Writing

Things written long ago and maybe more to come.

IN MY EYES

my reflection knows no boundaries
the slave that i am, to the evil inside
i can feel it swarm around me like a leaf fallen on my shoulder

KNOWING INNOCENCE

An unlearning of things known.
A playful child, now fully grown.

A return to innocence, I know the smell.

THE DAY OUR FRIENDSHIP DIED

The time our friendship died
I could not trace the day
In truth, I could have cried

I SEE THE LIGHT

I just got one of those fluorescent light bulbs.
My room is now very bright.
I can finally see the light

SMILES A LITTLE

Tire tread on a bloody squirrel
See it cringe and watch it curl
The lady, she laughs as she honks her horn

PICTURE FRAMES

Picture Frames

I thought I was running a race. The race of life. I don’t think I was competing with anyone. They say anything is possible and if you really want something, you can push hard and run for it. I was running hard toward a University degree. But I wasn’t sure if I was headed the right direction, like running a race on a track and not sure if I was facing the right way or if the path was the right one. I almost felt rushed that I had to decide my whole life right now.

REDISCOVERED

An old dancer’s steps, plod along
into a heavenly tableau of desired love
bestowed by the descending open road.

A DOVE AND A SPARROW

A Dove and a Sparrow up high in a tree
A pie on a window fresh as can be
The window now open with curtains bright