I can hear you Even if it’s across a universe of memories I can hear you What we are What we were What are we now? Before us I was a different person Dancing with the demons and succubus Laughing at all the things I was told would harm me Now… Now I wait Usually…
I can hear the cry of the train carrying across the valley Alone again Wishing by daybreak to be by your side I can’t sleep Waiting again Holding on to my blanket the dark covering me like a black bird Dreaming again Letting go of hope while drowning in the rain Singing again Maybe it’s…
Waking up in pieces every morning I reach out for a memory Often wishing things could go back Back to the way they were Waking up alone is better than waking up feeling alone Late afternoon rolls around quickly Wasted and wishing I stay in bed Wishing I could move Wishing I could find some…
I can’t breathe I’m stuck in between my heart and my soul I can no longer live like a candle in the wind Waiting out the storms where I spent my youth Anchoring in any harbor appearing to be safe Holding close to dreams that were never meant to become Reality Setting in like a…
Quiet reflections of a soul long lost and forgotten She stared at me like a memory Cold and frozen in thought A grimace rested on her face where once a beautiful smile gleefully rested Finally she spoke Soft and deliberate Aiming at my own reflective thoughts Pointing out all the parts of my life that made…
She’s my best friend Truthfully As she sits across the table sipping her coffee in silence I marvel at how beautiful she is and how lucky I am just for knowing her We often sit silently Sharing sweet smiles over light conversation Knowing that it took a lifetime of pain to create these perfect moments …
I live in the darkness of a shadow It extends years before I was even known to exist The pain it carries is deep and burns deep in the soul of my loved ones I try to reach out from behind Crawling on hands and knees Begging Crying Praying knowing prayers are never heard One…
I’m kind of a dick sometimes. Not intentionally, most of the time. If it wasn’t for Facebook I probably wouldn’t keep in touch with my family and friends. It’s not that I don’t think about them, even though, if I’m being honest, I don’t spend hours thinking about them. I miss Cincinnati. As crazy as…
Some days I want to sit and cry I’m not sad I’m not sure what I am My heart is at peace As peace as it can be When my anxiety doesn’t take hold of the wheel anyway Even then I’m not sad I don’t know what I am I am Something else Someone else…
What ifs don’t scare me. Neither do what would be or what could have been. I don’t live my life by the fear of dying. Fuck, we’re all going to die. I’m not afraid of the weather, of water, or of any other element that stands before me. I’ve stood in the crashing waves of…
