Every writer has those days, where everything rises to the edge; a brink point moment, when it feels like you stepped off a plane mid flight and forgot the parachute.
“Until next time”
Miss almond eyes, Thanks for the good vibes Cloud mountain soul sista This shy boy, is gonna miss ya
Boys, be brave, speak
I told a woman I thought she was cute, and she smiled. Yea, it’s not out of this world amazing,…
“Humility”
Maybe, I am just a normal man With eyes that see the good in every one Hoping to inspire them…
“Eve of Change”
Fall is approaching, autumn leaves are floating, lawns littered orange, yellow, and red, celebrating the living and the dead, time…
“The struggles”
Timber, it all came crashing down A tidal wave of pressure, Like a New York intersection at rush hour Holding…
“Depth of depression”
Drowning, a soul cycling Dante’s Inferno Cursed and tormented by every decision Never right, nothing done correct; rejected Sticks and…
“O’look at the time”
Sedated, the mundane days bleed into the weekends
Satire keeps the regulars around, until the clock tick tock’s around
Summer Thoughts
It all boils down to perception.
“whispers”
“Whispers” is a short poem. Written from the perspective of a bystander watching a couple whispering before a kiss.
