Before the final breath

Before the curtains close

When the final act is finished

No more enemies to oppose

We steal a moments wonder

We force the time to slow

We count our many friends

We count our many foes

You see your life in play-back

Or I think that’s how it goes

And as it all slips through your fingers

You watch the memories you composed.

The regrets you’ve held sting more

The l...

Lies:

-Pretend

-Trick, toy with

-Act, put on masks

-Cleverly don’t say

-Deny, betray, hide, hoard

The sly-footed fox misguides

Can hurt a heart, can save a soul

Can break apart, can hold together

Can shelter a mind from the blunt knife of-

Truth.

Gut punch.

Harsh and hard.

Hard to take in.

Hard to give away.

All secrets spill over

Relief once they leave your tongue

Can hurt a heart, can sav...

Burrowed down and hidden amougst the many budding wild flowers of the field, it lies in wait for the moment we anticipate. The dusk becomes twilight becomes starry night, the sun hidden on the other side of the horizon. While the other beings of nature crave the sun, leaves lifting, faces turning to catch its warm rays of light, this one finds sanctuary with its opposition. It will settle for the ...

Run.

My eyes snap open. Sweat drips off my lashes into my eyes as I inhale and exhale heavily. Aching covers me in a blanket, pain pulsing with every beat of my heart. I can feel it at the tips of my fingers, like the blood is running too hot and to fast. What am I doing here? My head pounds like a gong and I let out a muffled cry, head slamming back against the tree. I can’t think past arriving ...

She leans into him, her head pressed into his chest, her body shaking, wracked by sobbing. Tears spill down her cheeks in rivers of mourning, unable to be kept in. Her hands clutch the back of his shirt, hands balled into fists. A deep sorrow curls her frame, seeming endless. Anguish is etched into her faces, her cries long and echoing. A deep void opens beneath her into which she fears she will f...

Forgot to change my laundry from the washer to the dryer.

Forgot about the dishes sitting in the drying rack

Forgot to put the downspouts down before the thunderstorm

Forgot for a second that you didn’t love me back.

Forgot to write my journal entry

Forgot to have more than one meal

Forgot to call the bank last night

Forgot how your betrayal feels

Forgot about the turned on fire place

Forgo...

The tambourine rattles to the rattling of her body

They move like pulsing, electric thrums

In time, in tone, the serpant, she embodies

Feet leap at the first beat of the drum

Now the tempo quickens, all the audience enraptured, ensnared as the watch, as they listen and anticipate the next hand position

Feel in the floor the new thundering pace as it races and it chases and yet somehow sti...

(A poem that can be read both forwards and backwards)

And yet

It seemed impossible

Who could bridge such a casim?

Except for you, determined to never let me go

Showed me that there was a way

Moved heaven and earth

You went to hell and back

Just so we could touch

I am undone by you

For there is no greater love

In my suffering and at my worst

You held me through every moment

But of cours...

A story like this writes itself.

Can’t you picture it perfectly?

Does your imagination not fail you as you see them, soaked through and without a care, hand in hand, almost as if they are right in front of you. They are almost real.

The beginning might be a bit rocky, but the ending is definitely happy.

And they have such bright smiles it makes your heart ache.

A story like this writes its...

“Well, I’m _disgusted_ that I ever even thought liked you! I used to think you were so cute and charismatic, surrounded by everyone half the time, that you must have a great personality if so many people liked you! But now all I see is how brainless and shallow you really are! Your not even that handsome! You’re a spoiled, copy-paste version of all the other idiotic guys out there and I- Ugg-I jus...