31-Day Poem: Day Thirteen

Though Our Faults Share a Bond I tell myself we don’t belong together. I assure myself she will find someone better. Why does she need saving? Why do I need saving? Why can’t we be broken in the company of one another? Why can’t our slivers and shards fit flawlessly as if flawed pieces clasping…

31-Day Poem: Day Twelve

In a Smothering for Inner Peace She bears walls of her own. For that I’m glad, though behind her smile rumbles a storm of sad. I wish to turn away, I truly do, but her ache calls to me in a desperate hue. I wish to turn away; this is what must be. How can…

31-Day Poem: Day Eleven

While Temptation Can Never Cease If the past wasn’t the past, would I, in the present, feel how I do? But even so, the struggle remains even as another crosses my path. Her lengthy, blonde hair and adorably mousy voice match her height to perfection. Her somewhat dull blue jeans hug her never dull curves…

31-Day Poem: Day Ten

Cradles a Lingering Numb Truly, I am the victim, how can this not be? A victim of love songs and poetry and a Valentine society. When is my day? When will it come? When do smile-filled rejections quit milking my trend to feel dumb? Truly, my protective actions, my walls, hold no reason to be…

31-Day Poem: Day Nine

As a Lingering to Succumb I lay my head, not praying for sleep. No laughs for sitcoms while delaying a weep. Should I? Should I not? Should I weep? Should I sleep? Is there a tangible difference in this monotone deep? Should I sleep? Should I weep? Or shall I seek to regret in dark…

31-Day Poem: Day Eight

And a Beautiful Wall’s Wrath Maybe the distance is for the best. Maybe it was better for her that I expected nothing in return when paying for her bus ride ‘cause she didn’t have exact change. Maybe it was better for her that I took less than what she offered when she offered my favorite…

31-Day Poem: Day Seven

Toward One’s Forlorn Path And as my eyes sag their troubles, that’s how I know I’m on my own. And as rhyme stops flowing in every part of my life, that’s when I believe I lost my way. And as the empty space beside me on a bed of a single, dull nail refuses to…

31-Day Poem: Day Six

In a Heart’s Court Jester Tired of it all. Tired of thinking I want, tired of thinking I need. Tired of failing, failing, failing for a single chance to succeed. Tired of having no chance, tired of having no hope. Tired of using the word “tired,” but still repeating the pattern like a failing dope.

31-Day Poem: Day Five

But Only Questions Can Fester Why would I want to fall in love when love should lift me up? Why would I want to fall? Is she supposed to catch me? Is that how falling works? What if she doesn’t catch me? What if she doesn’t want to? Then my emotion has nowhere to go…

31-Day Poem: Day Four

In Lives So Veiled I close my eyes and take a breath. Sounds multiply. Three old friends chatting politics, one obviously more dominant than the other two in opinion. A young woman typing, her work obviously more important than the ring she wasn’t wearing. Teenage boy sitting with girl, their drama so obviously too much…