Category: Retired

  • To Shapeshift Poem

    Life was so much harder before I learned to shapeshift. Trying to fit a mold. Any mold really, does not have to be a favorite. A shape I can make work. Or even have the chance to partially master. *** Nothing would fit. I was either too small or too big. Or missing necessary pieces…

  • Listen! Poem

    Do you hear it? The thrum of life all around! Pounding, ringing on your skull. Like the roar of the highway at 3 AM. Ever present. Ever demanding. *** You cannot escape it. Trying to run away from it only changes the sound. The scream of tires replaced by the rushing of wind through the…

  • Anesthetic Dreams Poem and Update

    A girl lay in the sterile white sheets. Nurses had given her warm ones but somehow she still felt cold. Skin clammy and beaded with sweat. Activity happened near her and away from her. People tending to others in turn. It would be her turn soon. The girl had been in this position before.  She…

  • Absolutely Fine Poem

    It starts off small. Small enough to step on without notice like an ant. It can do nothing to you at all, but it is still there. Small things grow however. What starts small becomes a nuisance and a nuisance can become a threat if unchecked. Even a million ants can be more than a…

  • The Brick Wall Poem

    It was laid brick by brick. Wall by wall right in front of my face. There before I even realized it was built. Created in the dark. Meant to block out the light. The only wall that can build itself. *** I am told to move forward and I try. My forehead has met brick…

  • Decay Poem

    It all falls apart. I am struggling to hold on. It breaks as easily as ash and floats away just as easily. Crumbling like the softest of lead put against sandpaper. The harder I grab, the faster it falls apart. Maybe I was never meant to hold on so tight in the first place. ***…

  • Stream of Consciousness Poem

    It started at the beginning. Irritated. Standing on end. Brushy. Bottle brush. Roughshod. Praying to God. Regret. Searching for peace. Pulling back. Overcorrected. Seesaw over dynamite. Gotta get it right. Balance found. Homeostasis. Do not move. Not a muscle. Until pushed off balance again.

  • Just Minutes Ago Poem

    How different a person can be from minute to minute. It keeps you guessing. It keeps me guessing. Led only by the thump thump of a heart. Does not even have to be their own. As long as they own it for the moment. *** Ten minutes ago, I was at rest. Simply going with…

  • Through the Walls Poem

    I try to communicate with you. My deepest needs expressed loudly. I need help. Help in a way only you can help me with. I have tried every language that you might know. Every language that I know. Yet you cannot hear me. *** It is like I am talking to you through walls. Incoherent…

  • To Have Power Poem

    If you had the power, would you use it? To make your own life better. To make the life of other people better. Putting your dreams to reality like a great backbone. Putting your hopes free upon the land. It sounds great does it not? *** But what about those you do not know? Those…