Writing – Page 91 – A (wise) man of two faces

I’m amazed at all the good
a little bit of blue sky and some fresh air
can do for the soul.

I feel worlds lighter after only a few minutes.

Mo’ money, mo’ problems

I used to believe
in the American dream
until I realized
that it was nothing more than
a silk noose around my neck.

The words which tumble out my heart
get caught in my throat
and wither before they’re born.

Eat your heart out on
a day dedicated to
overconsumption.

Late night addictions
lead to bleary-eyed morns
for which coffee and tea are sustenance
against our inner maladies.

Ferrying the damned souls off to their personal Hells…

Not a great job but at least it pays the bills.

It’s a white dress day
and quite the black tie affair –
though a short-lived one.

The tumbling dice,
raised with a silent prayer,
show smiling faces.

They love a hero
but what they love even more
is watching one fall.

Your name,
our first kiss,
the first time we made love.

Your home,
your family,
the way they treated me.

Your apartment,
the drive there,
all the times you weren’t available.

Your tears,
my disappointment,
and the last time that we fought.