It’s incredible
how sharply
wantonly-whispered hits
hurt
crushing
hope, heart
and honor
once solid
it’s hard
to toss out
such heavy baggage
and forget
healing
hope, heart
and honor
now fragile
It’s incredible
how sharply
wantonly-whispered hits
hurt
crushing
hope, heart
and honor
once solid
it’s hard
to toss out
such heavy baggage
and forget
healing
hope, heart
and honor
now fragile
Poor Apostrophe. He always seems to show up in the wrong places. Places he’d rather not be.
Unraveling in solumn shrouded solitude,We retreat behind white-fenced fortresses,Shielding us from outdoor connectionsWhere sidewalks could lead to friendshipsNow lost in the void of personal space,Where we wither and hide. Deepening divides cut deep into heart spaces,In public parks and squares where silence now reigns.Pulling us from shared spaces, computer screen’s glow,The virtual worlds offer solitary…
Enticedby prospectsof beauty, fortune, fame Onlineexistence more charming than real life Initiallywe partakefor grins and giggles Butthat kind of high is fleeting Eventuallyenvy sprouts next to anger and anxiety Addictiongrips usmore-ever craving more Consumedby painsof online outrage Seekingnew elixirsto quench our thirst
As Independence Day approaches, I’ve been thinking about the responsibilities that come with freedom.
Yesterday Left without sayingGoodbyeHe refusedTo speakAnd couldn’t findWordsTo leaveA small noteOr textMessage At leastI have Today
I am nostalgiaListening to top hitsOf the eighties and ninetiesDressed in forgotten fashionsOf layered plaids, pastels, and neon. I settle before my flickering screenHitting backspace, delete, escapePurging reports of the counterfeit captainWho fought invisible warsThat sunk his own ships. I hear echoes Of a once fantastic futurePermanently adriftIn a sea namedWhat Should Have Been. Note:…