When nature fails to invigorate

When even nature fails to invigorate, When forests seem bleak and mountains heave a sigh, When things just fall apart like a reprobate Whose worn existence and stale cigarette Makes me – a twisted catcher in the rye Whose broken nature fails to invigorate. When gnarly trees do threaten, castigate With haunting browns, dead leaves…

Rush

There is something between each mote of dust, suspended in the light of the bulb that I switch on: elementally flawed, fundamentally twisted, fanatically fucked, and so, I walked out to no serenade of songbirds, and walked to the old coffee shop, later a café, and now an outdoor restaurant, and saw her, smoking that…

The Catalysts

She never really believed in destiny; fortune; kismet; not even in the three old hags, the Fates, that she read about in Greek Mythology. But as she stood outside the office, something inside her felt like all that she had gone through led up to this one particular moment and that her life was going…

tell tale wonders

Tell me how it feels, To hold my heart in your hands, And be so carefree and reckless, Because I wish I didn’t care, wish it didn’t affect me so boldly, But every time I find myself clinging to the words you let linger, Clutching my heart as though it were struck a thousand times,…

Time Well Spent

There’s so much that makes me cry, but there’s also so much that makes me laugh. We are bodies of wonder that have the power to hold so much goodness and light. Oftentimes though, we get sidetracked by life and the several obstacles it hurls our way. But when you think about how they come…

blurred state of mind

Do you ever wonder what we could have been? If we were two different souls, though I’ve grown far too introspective to let myself think we were good together. Ruminations and such running through my mind Keeping me trapped in the nightmares that refuse to let me sleep. Such a tranquil state lost on my…

Set Him Free

i lead him, hands intertwined, to the lake, tell him to drink, that he’ll be happy once more. but he won’t, self-hatred and self-destruction is as much an addiction, as pills washed down by dark liquor. addictions blur the already hazy lines, is this a craving or is this a need? will our hearts stop…