Missing you again ( Read more... )

There is ink all over my skin today ( Read more... )

More proof that I don't write poems for people who will actually read them ( Read more... )

Two poems-- you could consider them a set. I do ( Read more... )

I have this mask, you see ( Read more... )

I awaken from unexpected sleep ( Read more... )

...could ride buddy with the last one, but I only decided to put it up after I'd posted it. So here, snipet of prose-poem ( Read more... )

Another delightfully cryptic poem.  I'm getting to the point where I really can do iambic pentameter almost without thinking about it.

Maybe if I'd walked away while able,

instead of asking you to deal me in;

Now it's far to late to leave the table.

And I will sit behind my poker grin,

And bet like I will always have one more

But keep my ( Read more... )

A Curious War

My mother said I grew up fighting,

Stubborn as stone, always rolling uphill

But now it's a war just to get out of bed

And I linger unsleeping, just silent and still.

It's a curious war that has no winner

A curious war that gives only defeat

A curious war where we never go forward

It's a curious war, for we only retreat.

I sound ( Read more... )

I loved you once.

I think you know that--

I hope you did, anyway.

It doesn't matter now.

You hurt me once

More than I'd ever been hurt before.

I think you know that, too.

It doesn't matter now.

You only closed the door;

I was the one

That locked it and walked away.

It doesn't matter now.

You're complaining he isn't romantic.

I would have ( Read more... )