Poetry · Writing

White Lies

Believe what you want. I’ve never

sat and watched you bleed on our kitchen floor. I’ve never

climbed this mountain and claimed you watched. I’ve never

let a white elephant walk all over you. But believe what you want.

Those scars existed long before I walked that threshold. I might of examined or kissed but never teared. But believe what you want. I’ve never

climbed this mountain alone. I’ve never 

broken in this furniture without your tender finger tips. I’ve never

kept this door locked for more than an hour. Believe what you want but

Believe in me.

Poetry · Writing

Golden Retribution

Some days you just need shower more than a breathe.

Subtle flicks of fortune blow

over to another

before you can say

was that gold.

Some days a fresh perspective is all you need more than that shower.

Shower is not for all

save bucket and a

staff for me to wash

the guilt off me.

Some days a beer is all you need so dump that perspective

Poetry · Writing

Feeding Season

The seed will blossom soon.

We’ve watched it since just

a dropping; our little baby. Soon

to blossom. Fighting all the cold

lonely

nights fearing the fed will become hungry.

These roots are filled with fresh innocence making the hungry froth at the mouth.

The cold will come and go. Uneaten tho. 

Will see in the warm.

Poetry · Writing

Guardians

The armor is down. I’ve never

seen you without it. Tender,

vulnerable, and human. I’ve never

seen you without it. Tears show
running down pink cheeks to

open hands. Your armor lied to us.

I’ve never seen you without your armor.

Your just like us. Human. And that is fine.

Poetry · Writing

Flounder

Feel free to sink to the bottom of the bowl right next to the goldfish we got at the carnival that one time. I know

you know that I know you can swim but you refuse. Out stretched paddles flustered by self inflicted fears of the world

outside this bowl. Fear of breathing pauses the action to be something human something gargantuan something bigger

than the goldfish.

Poetry · Writing

Bout

Arms on the clock fight

time. Traveling battles through

exotic and on the same planet every

night. We fight
this losing battle against

ourselves. We lose we fight we

lose we fight we

test the realm of time. 
Arms on the clock fight

time. They lose every-

time. It’s time to hang

the gloves and challenging

the immortal life.