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.
Miss almond eyes, Thanks for the good vibes Cloud mountain soul sista This shy boy, is gonna miss ya
I told a woman I thought she was cute, and she smiled. Yea, it’s not out of this world amazing, … More
Maybe, I am just a normal man With eyes that see the good in every one Hoping to inspire them … More
Fall is approaching, autumn leaves are floating, lawns littered orange, yellow, and red, celebrating the living and the dead, time … More
Timber, it all came crashing down A tidal wave of pressure, Like a New York intersection at rush hour Holding … More
Drowning, a soul cycling Dante’s Inferno Cursed and tormented by every decision Never right, nothing done correct; rejected Sticks and … More
Sedated, the mundane days bleed into the weekends
Satire keeps the regulars around, until the clock tick tock’s around
It all boils down to perception.
“Whispers” is a short poem. Written from the perspective of a bystander watching a couple whispering before a kiss.