I work for the Daily Planet on occassion, poetry in my spare time.
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- To A Son -
Son, if you're going to fall in life, fall from the top. Live for what makes you happy. Work to live not live to work. Spend time with those you hold closest to you. Travel. Take it all in, spend time doing so. Look into the sun and think of me from time to time, look past the clouds on a rainy day. Never tip a waiter, we're not meant to subsidize what the employer should be putting into their wages. Marry for love and whatever love may be to you, hold it close. Hold the door like a gentlemen.… Read Full Story »
- Drunken Poetics got my mind dripping with Ink. -
Her hands run through my hair, I start to freeze. In this moment it's more than I can take, more than I can do to fake; this smile. I open my mouth to take a breath, I find corona rushing through me like liquid courage, it shoots and misses and words escape me, all the things I wanted to say are gone, leaving me sitting like a child, just waiting. I can't look you in the eyes right now, I don't even remember your face, paintings that escape me too hold more value, tacky wall paper is my savior, it… Read Full Story »
- Recollection -
Those words that I let slip away so gently, have stumbled back in place. All those thoughts while frozen, have unthawed and flow; a fresh spring. I have found what I wanted to say; "A moments embrace with you, creates a void in everything that surrounds, and fills that emptiness in me." Well it's true, there's something about you, that keeps me up at night. When your hands rushed through my hair, you tore down the walls I've set up. The ones I spent days building to keep you out, pressing right through, thoughts just begin to flood back. What… Read Full Story »
- The lie was a nice thought. -
I call you, to hear what I don't want to hear. You answer with a hello, you hear my voice, it goes quiet. Collecting your thoughts you begin to speak, the words you've been practicing, you ask me to listen. I expected everything you said, prepared myself, and commited to feeling fine. Fine is what I expected; fine would've been fine. Tears, hearing them break and weave like shattered glass hashing through your words, I didn't expect. Those tears, don't make everything fine. You ask me to say something, anything, just so you don't have to feel like an idiot.… Read Full Story »
- Purple Lilies -
Today. Ten hours straight. I thought of you. You're in my arms, it's all I can focus on, just this feeling of whole. When I'm like this, I can put my head down, just to listen to you breath. I hold you a little closer and a little tighter. I'm here, for you. I take another breath. You let go; you're leaving. "It made me cry"; the last thing I read from you. The last thing I read from you, it almost made me cry. You're across the street, and I won't look away. Read Full Story »
- Cranberry Raspberry Herbal Tea -
Why can't we just be friends? Because every time I get near you, I want to hold you close, caress your cheek. I want to kiss you, whisper sweetness into your ear, caramalize your mind, so that your thoughts are always sweet. When it comes to you, I'm a crack addict who fiends for your affection; you get me high. But when I'm around you, your mind spins in a million different directions, and all I can think about is catching you when you fall. Read Full Story »
- And maybe it still does. -
I hadn't heard that word in such a long time. I can feel a tear, waving in and out, high tides. The warmth of it rushes to me and fills this emptiness. The big space inside your chest. Filled, liquid gold flows through your veins and seeps into your heart, warmed by that flame. Every second that passes, a fresh pulse. It used to do wonders for me; that word love. Read Full Story »