Trying

I try. I try to do the things, the things other people do, do to feel right. Right? I try. I buy. They tell me to buy for myself. For myself, I share to try. I try. I try to share, but does anyone care, care to understand why, why I try, why I don't…

Resistance Is Futile, Neo

I feel alone in this world as if the collective is insane and I’m the only one who merely thinks he is. Perhaps I should stop taking red pills. Then again, blue was never my color, except when I feel alone. Or is blue the reason I stay in Wonderland? Am I alone because I'm…

Morning Heart

Of all that I have broken, I have never broken a heart, and for that, I am grateful. But I have never had a broken heart. For that, I mourn.

Angels Don’t Speak

I had a vision of where I come from and in it I asked to see my soulmate but what was shown to me was only what I had already known There they were, all of them one in a striped shirt another wearing a white garment one’s silk dress playing with the wind and…

Waiting Room

I’m too old I look too young I’m too depressed A song already sung I’m too unmotivated I’m too sad My better times Are only a fad I’m alone too much I have too little When I think My thoughts are brittle I speak too clearly Say what’s on my mind And people become Much…

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…

My Reflection

My reflection stares clear back at me even when I’m not looking in a mirror. All I have to do is close my eyes to gaze into my eyes, to confront the worse side of me who may not be as bad as he appears. Maybe I’m seeing myself as I wish others would. He…

Symbiosis

How can I be anything more than someone in need of the rain? When there’s no one here beside me, no one to listen to my pain? If I speak to the clouds, maybe words will be captured in each drop. And they’ll spread out across the Earth, from sideways and bottom to top. She’ll…

A Wish To Turn Off The Sun

It was the blank space within that fueled his sadness. But if there was nothing there, what could there be to be sad about? What drove him to constantly question himself and how others saw him or didn’t see him? If there was nothing there, what drove them away? How could nothing be such a…

The Only Moth Unattracted To Flame

Their heads remain straight, eyes forward, buried in the business on their tiny screens capable of holding greater attention, greater than the vastly greater world. What did I do wrong? No. Nothing. Nothing that I know of. Is the person on the other side of the screen doing something right, more right than me? Why…