sonnet twenty-three

I inflicted familiar pain today. My youth’s ache, something loathed, a constant strife. Though now it’s gone and joy has found its way, I am left with loneliness, a strange life. The cold endured, an old relentless song, Until I prepared to break the...

october 1

I look forward to this time of the year the least. It is when both the best and worst memories I have coincide. Every other day I’m remembering. Today I said I was tired of always being left behind. Then I laughed for...

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...