Pointing fingers

Weeping faces

Screaming prayers

Praises

Grabbing hands

invade persons

Entitled to

their beings

Assumed Permission

of my body

to absolve

their sins

Unforgiven

are they

For the hell

I’m forced in

Sacrificed for

their peace

by taking

mine...

Glasses and earrings

All curly hair and smiles

Sushi and coffee

Sitting in good company

Laughter fills silence aloud...

Burnt umber tumbles down in swirls

Gold is not hard to come by

It paints the edges of clouds in the sky

And whispered end of summer promise unfurls

Crimson paints flowers and twirls

On grass in leaves that die

To keep the seasons from going awry

And sweeps through crisp air in whirls

Wind smells of petrichor

Dirt is wetter

The crisp of tree limbs surround

Cinnamon and Apple treats we adore

Oran...

111

On a street sign as I look out the bus window at midnight.

222

On my Lock Screen as I open my phone to check the weather.

333

In the top left of my computer screen as I pause my favourite show to answer the phone.

444

On the necklace you gave me that I put on as I walk out the door.

555

At the bottom of my bill, pre-tax, pre-tip.

222

Your birthday.

666

A number that pops in my head when...

A kiss.

One would think

is the simplest bliss.

But it’s brought me to the brink

of tears.

Holding back salt

and fears.

Is it my fault?

I encouraged it.

Simply, the idea was nice.

But without connection, I admit,

it didn’t suffice

Time hadn’t stretched far enough.

Fissures still throbbed in my chest.

For I hadn’t called my own bluff.

Thought perhaps I had put it all to rest.

But that kiss.

That...

John green said falling in love was like falling asleep, slowly, then all at once.

I don’t think that’s true.

It was slow, then all at once. That I can agree.

But I didn’t fall asleep.

I didn’t become blinded to the rest of the world, disconnected, unable to control my choices.

The world is more clear than it’s ever been. I’m not trapped under the spell of the evil sorceress disguised as a f...

Just for a moment the air around me went still. The sounds of the forest disappeared. No crickets. No squirrels. No birds. Just the ringing in my ears that tells me I hear silence. The trees break it. With the fervent rustling of their leaves in the sudden gust of wind. You’d think it would end. But the gust turns into a howl. It’s a bull charging through the trees trampling everything in its path...

You are leaving me

For longer than you’d like to

Just know you’ll come back

I’ll wait for you here

For longer than I’d like to

I know you’ll come back...

Life without you would be exactly that

A life

Not an adventure

Not a fantasy

Nothing special

I would still exist

And maybe you would too.

But would you still be you?

Would I still be me?

I don’t think we would

I’d still be a doormat

welcoming people into my home

Inviting them to wipe their shoes

before entering and making it their’s

I don’t like to think about who you were

before me

It h...