A poet is only as good

as their definition of poetry,

Not merely words spun into gold

but whispers caught from oceans deep.

In the shadows of the night,

Where silence dares to step

It weaves its song

Verse by verse,

on fragile beams of light.

It shapes the ether with each line

Bringing vivid color to life,

where sorrow aches and love shouts,

This is a world where both joy and pain belong.

A he...

Soft stolen kisses

Under the willow by moonlight.

The gentle caress of a hand on hip

That lets her know she’s safe with him.

Free laughter breaks the still night

Of cicadas and grasshoppers

As they dance to music in their minds.

Spouses sleeping soundly across the way

As infidentilty is born as vows withers away.

Lights flick on in two separate houses

Spouses run frantikly around

Looking for th...

Deep in sleep you fall into a spiral of dark

You are falling but you are not.

Have your ever felt that?

Woken up startled, and peering over the edge of the bed

making sure you are not, in fact,

falling falling falling

Falling feels like flying until the moment that you land.

Off the edge of the bed.

On the decent of a rollercoaster.

Then a jolt as you are pushed back

by the shear velocity of the...

They disappeared.

She left you.

He hasn’t returned your calls.

Where is everyone?

Where are your people,

Your inner circle has dispersed

Leaving just you, alone.

You relied on them

Telling them your sorrows

fears and dreams.

Who will you confide in

now

that there is no one left to trust?...

I’m not crazy!

I can see them… lurking…

There!

No?

You never see them.

You think I’m seeing things

Don’t you?

But I’m NOT! Okay, I’m not

If you would just listen to me, okay

If you would just hear me

and listen to the words I’m speaking

They are here.

They are… everywhere

Why won’t you listen?...

Rotting flowers can still smell sweet,

With wilted grace and curled-up leaves,

They cling like moss on pale-grey tombs,

Perfumed corpses in full bloom.

The garden grins with crooked teeth—

A wilted wreath beneath its sheath.

Their petals drip like congealing tears,

Entombed in amber from yesteryears.

No bees will buzz, no birds will sing—

But hush… hear the ghostly butterfly wings.

They glide th...

Not everyone is wearing black.

I thought black represented death, mourning, respect towards the person you lost.

Old ladies have crumpled tissues in hand

Smiling as tears build in their eyes.

All hushed voices, like making a loud noise will wake up the deceased.

Kids are quite, but they don’t know why.

They play with the dolls their parents brought to distract them from the somber event.

Somber...

I think something’s wrong with me.

I don’t cry often.

When was the last time I did cry?

I can’t remember…

What I do remember is

The purging of tears from my body felt good.

The release of stress, anxiety

Letting the wall down felt so good,

After holding them up for so long

Trying to repair the crack in my own.

I let it break.

Let the surge of salty tears come rushing out

until there is nothing...

I hear nothing besides the creak of wood

And the settling of the water.

A ripple gently rocks my life

As angry storm clouds start to roll in.

I prepare the best I can.

Securing the ropes, and loose supplies to the deck.

The rain starts to pound the boat

making the deck slippery

I try to keep my balance as heavy waves splash the sides,

Threatening to send me overboard.

I hold tight to the mast a...

The stars were what she liked most about the sky.

Then, they started to fall.

Blinking out of existence in the blackness

and coming to rest on earth

Before sinking into its core.

She tried to catch one,

Feeling its heat against her finger tips before slipping past.

She watched them fall, land then sink.

One after another after another.

The ground became hot.

The air became colder.

And the core o...