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The day then dawned and I then drove having dropped them off I hid from the Sun on my way back and there’s silence then there’s boredom then there’s an urge to pull, to push, to sway to dissolve this solid heart in the calming, frothing waves so I write

Diamond sparkles in the dawn Gliding past on a neighbors lawn Deep, happy sound from behind a door A nice hello from a big white dog Aging porch chairs and a summer breeze Simple things that seem to please Am I finally settling down Is my youth no longer found Am I now getting too old For life to be exciting and bold I’ll rest here and relax a...

In silence, words disappear, Unspoken—louder than any sound. A heart longs to be understood, But the world is too vast, too harsh. A voice is lost in the noise— Not because it isn’t there, But because it’s afraid to be heard. A soul bears the weight of mistakes, Carrying the heaviness of regret, Trying to mend what was broken. And then—I see...

Shivering spring blues thaw into summer gold, You're too far gone for me to ever hold, But never will I ever forget the day When I left goldenrod on your grave. And if I could pray for anything at all, I'd pray I can join you when summer turns to fall.

A void template Freedom so pure Paid in ignorance Wisdom matures Lies slowly wither Truths roots run deep Now the cost is clear We were too young to see

It’s hard to deliver kindness My scars didn’t come from love, You dealt out judgments decreed From the one you served above. Perhaps I was just too different Or maybe just the same, Your youthful sins reflected In the syllables of my name. Thus, the soundtrack of my being Was a mournful melody, And my quest for your approval Was not the...

do you feel it? as you walk slowly through the dark, in this fallen neglected labyrinth of the mind, where mold and filth fester upon crumbling walls, and rainwater seeps and falls like tears of the damned, this once great building now diseased and decaying, a parody of the minds once entombed within, can you hear the echoes of the screams? from...