Nothing about her can be forgotten Equally memorable is her name Elegant but unpretentious I’m just a moth to her flame The length of her arm A million miles long In time, she pulled in The embrace held me strong There is me, her and us All distinctive lives Independent yet shared Each keeps our … More 1+1=3
A trek to an inverted neighborhood Nothing soft about hardwood Looking eye to eye with shoes Footwear gossip if they choose Rising to speak and people stare My words drift sideways thru the air Snaking thru people to the objective A smile might change her perspective Life is busy inside my head It’s lonely here … More View From the Floor
The world is a bicycle built for two We wake up alone every morning Love is hard boiled but easily cracks It comes without a consumer warning Each day is a new treasure map Awaiting each drawn in memory The hand guiding the wheel is mine These fresh tracks become my history My lasso hooks … More Left to My Own Devices
A neighborhood is a group of people who share a location. We all live in a neighborhood of some sort. Not every neighborhood is a community, which are people unified by a shared purpose. I move into a new neighborhood recently, and it was a nice change. I went from a middle class neighborhood to … More The Neighborhood
Respite Reverse Retreat Relax Reflect Reevaluate Reimagine Repair Revive Restart Return Regrowth
My purpose seems undefined An independent spirit at best A rebelling loose threat at worst I won’t ever fall in with the rest Tell me why you get my time You show up with a devil’s grin And steal the breath from my lungs I cannot tell if I lose or win You can pitch … More Outlier: The Dotted Line
The past is present to me The future is my next breath Tangled words escape my throat A dream avoids a lonely death Life is short, but I’ll wait A crooked path brought me here Where I hoped your trek paused Miles away, yet seems so near Memories evaporate like rain Walk through the cleansing … More Time After Time
Mister Wizard what is magical Do I have to be radical Or even fanatical I just hate to be practical – I try to feed my head With books actually read So many miles I’ve tread Unneeded worries shed – But I feel just the same Did I overshoot my aim Nobody but me to … More Magic Potion
Just a lonesome spud A diamond or a dud Staring blankly without a face Still a member of the potato race Attach those big ears and nose Instantly the confidence grows A super big head on a tiny bod Only to people does it look odd And now there is no more mister Change some … More Assembly Required
Fingers of the same hand But working independently Fumbling everything within reach Messing up every possibility My world slipped out of the groove There are cries that only I hear Hard promises crumbling in air The new sunrise brings huge fear Each step feels so unsure Waking up on the other side of the tracks … More Left to My Own Devices
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