Deceptive sky
The sudden darkness:
a midday thunder storm or
empty promises?
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The Memorialized
Though you have fallen
you will be remembered, this
I solemnly swear.
Exhausting expressions
Those whispering words:
demanding to be free but
they’re caught in my throat.
Blushing boundaries
Taboos tell such tales:
all the lines that people cross
and all those they don’t.
Coexist
Now that they are gone
tell me why it’s so hard to
find myself again.
Shaky
My new path stretches
steadily out before me
and I press forward
to an unknown future on
a pair of unsteady legs.
News
Sorry for missing my second update last week – I’m going through some personal issues recently and my updating has gotten spotty.
With any luck though, things will be getting better from here on out
Key to the Kingdom
I searched for the key
to the door of my future
for seeming ages.
Only now do I realize
that I had it all along.
Wayward
The needle of my compass points not north
but towards my very heart;
an accusing finger which remembers
all deviations and derivations
which my wanton youth thought wiser
than the loaded iron.
Between the lines
Sometimes there’s not much to say
and yet the silence speaks volumes.
All the words you’ve left unspoken,
letters unsent, flowers undelivered…
The mute phone says all I need to know
about how much I mean to you
and how much you really miss me.
A (wise) man of two faces 