Poetry · Writing

oak base

chances are

the me you knew yesterday

is gone;


learned something new experienced something different saw something


he might still walk and breathe the same

the tree you walk past everyday

you wouldn’t notice it everyday

but a new leaf sprouted


on yesterday

Poetry · Writing


message read

where have you gone

not the same as you were

where did the old you go.

i am right here.

detox is a process

rid of poison

that snuck up on me

veins purple

singing turtle

got stuck

in oblivion;

so i’ve been climbing,

found a motive worth this trail

the top

has never been

more in sight