Just Venting

Guilt has a strange aftertaste. You can’t swallow regret. You can’t hold anger down like liquor. I’m guilty of never knowing my self to be true to you, and I regret every moment I lost myself to mania. And the anger? It’s from perspective. It’s all perspective. That’s what the wise say. And in reality, … More Just Venting

Feel

You are infinity, in your glances and stride. In your blushes and speech. Yes, you are everything. Encapsulated to perfection. How can I not love you? I know stories passed down since the First to roam the Earth, you have been grand since the beginning. How can I not love you when you feel like … More Feel

Hell

I have loved you in broken ways. In exchanges and actions too warped in delusions of grandeur, I didn’t know reality until years after we broke apart. I have hoped for love to return. For the winds to blow in our direction and the Gods to favor us once more. But hopes never became our … More Hell

Hand-me-down

Broken souls don’t make good parts for scavengers. And even self-inflicted wounds stress over time. Why didn’t they make me hollow, the crafters, the builders, the folk titled my parents? They had their own weights, too heavy not to pass down through the generations. Guilt is a hand-me-down. I was born with stress too old … More Hand-me-down

Self

Reflections have never been without depth, but does light flow through you. I’ve been staring for years now. My feet planted, I haven’t blinked. Don’t want to miss a moment. I want to know everything about you. And I’ve been standing here. In front of you. For years. Decades. Is there anything in you? Weightless. … More Self

Chronicles

I told you secrets only shared with non-existent beings, They passed on of course, And they took parts of me I would of never shared again, And you reawakened trust Deep in the canals In the corridors Of a dormant heart, I told you of the first And of the second after them, I told … More Chronicles

Warmth

Hatred freezes the soul but I’ve dressed you in love so that you may know true warmth. In the regalia of romance and all things joyous. You’ve never looked more prepared for life than when I told you “I love you”. In that moment all our history was left in its time. And when you … More Warmth

One word

If I could describe you in one word? What kind of question you ask of a poet? Good ones though. You always challenge me. Have you read the miles of letters written for you in this blog? In this body of work like sculptor. If I could describe you in one word, it would be … More One word

Maker

You weren’t built from a mold. Not made in images. Originality seeped out from you. Like small rivers. I remember. Before the Darkness I had to guess your measurements. I had to guess your form. I had to guess your capacity of nastiness. And when I said let there be light, you stood there. Hands … More Maker