rambling 6/10/2023

I am sorry for the things I have written. Every word is a selfish wish for cruel things. Each truth is cunning and every lie is a plea. I kill myself slowly with each formulated thought that is shared by pen or voice. Even this is self destruction. The only place...

another february second

I do have moments of sublime contented clarity. Instances where the green in the trees and the blue in the sky are enough. I smile more often than I let...

the way they are

They think “but surely not I” when it comes to her. She has told me so much and I know her so well, surely not I. She says she hates, and wants to be left alone, but I am the exception. She can’t be what she says she is, I know her too well. Her exaggerations about...

two a.m. tarot

I asked the same question I always ask, And I received what I always receive. It would all work out if we just unmask, But in my heart I know that is naive. We lock away the words we wish to hear. Instead saying the ones we know are safe. We build up lies with the...

long awaited

When I was young I’d imagine myself overlooking the sea as the sun set into it. Wine in hand, atop an old stone bridge, I sigh and experience the beauty of the day ending all alone. These type of dreams are always solitary. I can never picture myself in them with...