He was pulled off on the side of the road to tie the tarp back down in the bed of his truck when the phone rang. He locked eyes with her photo on the screen. Eyes that brought him so much joy now looked back at him with judgement in every pixel. The picture spoke […]
I’m stuck between a hopeful futureAnd an all too well forgotten past. One day, even someday, this dreamWill draw breath and walk with me. Time lies that it’s as lifeless as stone,Chipped away at more each month. A heart without break is hardly love;I grow patience because we are eternal. I’d dash myself into a
They say pressure creates diamonds, but is that kind of clarity worth the pain? I was so sure of who I was once. I went out into the world with no other plan than to live in it. I failed fast, rolled with the punches, and punched back. Through each turn of the screw, each
He listened to Elvis sing about the cold rain on his drive through Kentucky. Unlike the song, he was running, not searching, as red and yellow leaves fell from the trees. He was leaving a ghost that couldn’t be kept; a ghost he only knew through machines. Crystal clear to one is clear as mud
My fingertips grasp ata ghost of future’s glory.Forever is in sight,but just out of my reach.I fumble with patience,never calling it my own.My mind spins and searches,turning all the facts over.I apply reasons to signs,but it’s only to cope. The end starts with the beginning,but the beginning has already ended.What depths of depravitycan hold this
She floats amongst the dragonflies,darting through thick Summer skies,that she’s only seen in hardcover books. Her beautiful brown eyestrace their invisible white lines toChemtrails Over the Country Club. She calls me sugar, but it’s her namethat is the sweetest of all words to touchmy tongue, and curve my lips to smile. Her arrival is marked
I’m scared to speak because I need this peace, freshly captured once more, even if it’s false. I could scarcely cope with more scrupulosity today, or tomorrow. Three days turn to five and two weeks turn to six. “I can’t get you out of my mind,” I first said so early on, yeilded with such
For a brief time you were the sun to me. Everything that you did, and all that you were, and all that I knew we could be, lit up my dark skies. The time that passed in silence gave me a chance to grow cold over the memories of us. There is no more warmth
I’m numbed by the days,Trying to make othersUnderstand; explainingMyself months over months. I’m tired of the anger.I’m tired of the worry..I’m tired of planning.I’m tired of thinking. I’ve become a secret;A promise in the dark.Obedient, yet still found out.Patience brought me here. I’ve got nothing left.I’ve lost all cares.I’ve hit the wall ofLearned helplessness. I
I rise to the sun, singingThe song of her heartThat still holds my hand. A hand held outsideOf time and space,In our own world. A melody born with the stars,New, but still so familiar. A promise made to me beforeThe first blade of grass was given.Before the moon was in the sky andThe waters separated
