Poetry

If A Me Falls…

When I’m alone and I talk, with no one around to hear, am I really talking? Am I saying anything? Do my words exist? Or are my utterances forever lost to a climb into a sky that only grows colder the more it concedes to a natural vacuum?

Poetry

31-Day Poem: Day Thirty

Where Mercy Can’t Bring Herself to Sing Someone reaching up to Heaven’s bliss as it refuses to match his caring kiss. Someone reaching over to emptiness around, while a lost soul begs to be found. Someone reaching in to his heart’s truth: I don’t blame anyone for me being me.

Poetry

31-Day Poem: Day Twenty-Nine

Those Consumed by Inadvertent Nothing They all seem to see it, they all seem to see. Is solitary confinement what it means to be free? Madness and emptiness in rival existence. A hushing of it all at sanity’s insistence. Will no one solve the mystery of how to fancy someone who doesn’t feel love?