July 28, 2017
I want to know you
The way I never got to
Simply as a friend
Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
July 28, 2017
I want to know you
The way I never got to
Simply as a friend
July 28, 2017
She opens up,
candidly bares her soul,
in verse
Shivers,
feeling the chill
Of cool breeze
On naked flesh
She scuttles back
To watch from
her guarded shelter
July 22, 2017
Echoing ache
Unmet expectations
Expectations of things
not meant to be expected
July 26, 2017
The first to be attacked
The last to be saved
You are bravery in every breath
A spectrum of humanity,
May you find shelter
In these troubled times
May you feel the love
Harbored by others
for you
July 25, 2017
He does not know it
But even in his abscence
He remains my muse
July 25, 2017
Acknowledging the things
one might ache for
or ward against,
detaching enough
to see that want
and, or aversion
was destroying any chance
at tranquility,
realizing acceptance,
when it delicately settles
on the apex between extremes,
as peace