I have heard too many lies From Disney faces To trust anyone remotely similar The ones I trust Tell it like it is And they act like themselves Not according to the pressures of others Advertisements Continue reading Untitled Short XXXI
I thought that to be found I must first find myself On the road between the Garden and the City But Grace is the one who searches to find you And when you meet you discover He is just as lost as you And so you travel together In the dark wood on the … Continue reading When We Are Found
I have noticed that my poetry has moods Often determined by where I am In a store, I write like a little child Trying to act cool and contemplative Playing on an electronic device because That looks cool Around those people who press insecurity I write letters to them which I shroud In metaphors which … Continue reading Moods In Poetry
“You either live alone with few trials Or live with someone with great and many trials.” -Bryson M. Continue reading Life: Alone or Together
What is a poem? A garden full of words, each one opening Into a flower, holding life underneath a painting. A middle-schooler with a crush, Using petals as a prophecy: “She loves me, she loves me not.” It is the way Charlie Brown will always end With “She loves me not.” However, There is always … Continue reading What is a Poem?
Inspired by Linda, Commissioned by Larry I had asparagus for breakfast With fish and mashed potatoes It was a better idea than coke and ice cream At least in my mother’s opinion Now, asparagus is like life You look at it and smell it one way You taste And then for the next … Continue reading I Had Asparagus For Breakfast
Are these the words I want to leave behind? An imprint of the world on me, myself on the world. I’m just trying to be ok, To do something that means something, But on every side I am crushed by doubt. I tried poem as prayer, Hoping that maybe then this would be … Continue reading Are These the Words