Aching teeth arching forward Gnashing another sugary cane The pain reverberates The longing is stronger Wanting the bad despite knowing what’s good Need a reason to swim shoreward Erase the sodded footprints from the plains The brain barrier will perforate Till it is no longer Wanting the bad […]
In the heart of winter, there shouldn’t be lines. We should all be burrowed deep into our mind caves sipping hot cider in our dreams. The merry go rounds still keep oddly spinning. There is no rest anymore. No slumber. No hibernation. The snow is no longer light. […]
Starting a friendship with someone who is dying I was at a late night business meeting recently where one of my colleagues joked “I’m not your friend, am I? Right?” We all laughed but the question was pointed. See, as of late, I have made a few new […]
Happiness in a tub, rub a dub dub Once upon a time, I used to take baths. I used to write letters and I used to read books. I read a lot of books. I was a voracious reader. Then one night I wasn’t. You can’t keep things […]
I’m quickly rising up high But speedily sinking deep into my seat The surrounding sounds frighten me My beating heart has overtaken my senses I breathe in wondering if others feel as I do I just see my fear on their faces I’m sinking deeper and deeper My […]
Often when you are sad the best medicine, antidote, is a sad song or a sad movie. You get caught up in that emotion and your heart swells and you wallow. You sit and wallow in someone else’s expressed misery. It works for a bit. A few years […]
The outward tunnel shall be marked today Ever since he was told he had cancer he dreamt vivid dreams of that day he will face the white light at the end of the tunnel. He knows that day is coming despite the sunniest of personal outlooks and inspirational […]
As I lie on a sinking bed The whirling is mystifyingly soothing As I lie on a sinking bed The ends are coming up And I feel the cold, cold floor Enveloped in cushions that are bruising As my mind searches to be fed From a non-existent memory […]
Cars in sand like the days of our lives Upon arriving to work she notices that everyone has their head in the sand. A bit like an ostrich but these days a bit like discarded cars that once used to be revving and riding wildly down the highway. […]
There may or may not be doors but we can find our way in Throughout my life there have been many doors that I have had to walk through, at times perhaps crawl through. Some doors have been opened for me. Others, I have had to push my […]
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