Dance

Dance
with dandelions
on dysfunctional
days.

Blow
their petals
and your cares
away.

Wind up
with the wind
as it parts your
waves,

As you
Dance
with dandelions
on dysfunctional
days.

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Confusion

Confusion is

Nothing new

When the road traveled

Runs through the heart.

Imperfect Puzzle

Interlocking pieces of

Thought and Memory

That fall in together

To create a picture

Of a past

That never was.

 

The pieces always seem

To fit together so perfectly

Until viewed and placed

By anothers’ hand.

And then thought and memory

Fall apart by their

Insight of truth.

 

Puzzle pieces

That never truly fit together,

Only joined by force

To create Life

As we wish it to be,

The perfect picture

We will never put together.

Deep

I’m always deep.

Sometimes into thought,

Rarely into life,

And always into memories.

Serenity

is the best thing to keep

in one’s lie when finally found;

it has a tendency to cover

your bruises when you fall.

Stay

Everyone here

Can make me go

And never make me stay.

 

I’m looking for someone

To call my own,

Who’ll never go away.

Stars

Words are like trips to the stars…
Always falling at their end.

Loveless Heart

The loveless heart
Hides its shadows
In memories pasted
On the walls.

It drowns its sorrows
In bowls of blood,
And hides
In bathroom stalls.

Lust

All the Men
Resigned to Lust
As all their Horses
Turned to Dust.

Tides

Did he throw it
all away
For the closing of
the tides?
No, he bore it all away
For the man to come inside.