I wanted to versify about the glory I see But the darkness and pain ever returned to me As I was called to fight as my tears made a plea

Do you feel justified as you warm up to my friends? After you cast me out like a unwanted trend. Then painted a mosaic from a difficult past. And sent

She stands so tall with dark eyes lifeless Pondering perfection with moves so cautious A warrior rages in her soul ever jaded This lady, her power, a mystery braided Now,

No easy way out, her tears say it all. They brew so salty and pour out so sweet. Propelled by purpose, they begin to crawl. Pondering reason as they inch

I belong in the shadows. I find comfort there. I can relax and breathe. I can be nowhere. The walls offer safety. A private place. Where no one can judge

Kicking a dead horse in an existential droop. The vinyl slowly repeats in a mysterious loop. What once hurt so badly is now forgotten pain. But unanswered inquiries in this

Train derailment of a friendship in the making. Tossed out like garbage after many hours of baking. Oh, you haven’t heard? The best friendships are baked! They take time and

I saw her as a sister But she saw me as a bae. He saw it as betrayal And feared that she would stray.   The picture doesn’t paint Itself

She’s as solid as a rock, but soft like feathers. She’ll juke the jackasses and shun the weather. Those floundering fools in their solo acts. Like demon-possessed doofuses strung out

If we passed each other by, you’d look to the sky Perhaps even ignore me or let out a sigh I’d be oblivious to your confusing anger But when you

You try to hold love because you see it as solid. A sensory endeavor, lacking and stolid. But as I see love, its celestial and magic. The worldly perspective so

The leaves fluttered gently and floated slowly to the ground. Brisk wind portrayed the fiddler, the leaves made not a sound. We left a lifetime of triumph, as we worked

Trapped in my cave like a retreating spider. Paralyzed by seasons, a prison so cold. Deprecating self for a plethora of reasons. Searching for comfort in the things I should

I’ve seen the ugly face of control! It has a bony nose much like a troll. A helpless longing to consume the soul. It hides like the wolf, but can’t

I saw a bird fly overhead today. The wind had authority. Then the urgency of the clouds grabbed my mind. This fascination for freedom reigned down on me. As the

Wait, was my responsibility your fear? Why did you anoint me high above this bewildering sphere? How is such a thing even purposefully given? No! I do not accept it.

I stand on the plains, stars floating high. Arms raised in a V. Let me fly, I plead! OH GOD LET ME FLY! I cry…   I fall to my

It’s the little things that resonate. Like subatomic fusion, the profound effects permeate. An ounce of energy spent. But the returns brimming with endorphins emanate.   This undeniable phenomenon bursts

You sit there shallow as a one foot pond. Shadow boxing in the mirror, an intimate bond. Wait, let me get that chair for you kind sir. I wouldn’t want