Poems

No Welcome Back Mourning by the grave,those tears were never meant for me.An empty box is all that’s laidin the ground for my memory.They never found my bodythough they searched for a year.Even you went to check on me,but somehow I disappeared. I cursed you with my final breathand swore I’d get you back.I’d be […]

Not Resting Well Another cup of coffee.Another Mountain Dew.I’ll do whatever it takes to stay awake.Just tell me what I need to do. There’s a demon that haunts me.It lives within my mind,awakening each nightfallwhen I lay down to unwind. Mom used to say it’s all a dream,but I bet she’d change her viewif she

Never Works Out That Way It was summer, the pinnacle of our lives,everything around us bathed in golden light.She taught me love, how to live,to laugh at myself, despite the secrets she hid. I remember the long sleeves, even in the summer sun.Wine coolers and raindrops finally loosened her tongue.When her mom died, her dad

No Good I’m no good for you.You’re no good for me.Everything will be alright,now baby, can’t you see? I’m no good for you.You’re no good for me.But when I hold you in the night,I can finally believe that somewhere down this hallwayfilled with shattered glass,somewhere here between no future and no past,something shines around youlike

NDE It’s curious how the sunlight seems brighter,the nighttime colder,as I glimpse things unseen before.Colors are richer, tastes are more intense.Smells overwhelm,and I’m trapped in between. The cradles of my past are long behind.The grave now callsfrom a future just beyond my reach.The days of youth have slipped into the void,guiding me toward the night.

My Last Goodbye Give me a reason to open my eyes.There’s something staring at me tonightthat I’m not seeing. A life gone in a moment,a shadow in time,slowly killing me —but tonight I say goodbye. Give my dad a hug for me.Kiss Mom on the brow.Tell them I love themand I’ll see them again somehow.

My Yesterdays The thunder’s rolling in,the night is turning dark again.I’m waiting for the dawn,waiting for the storms to end. Every day it seemsit feels too much for me to take,drowning in myself,swallowing my own heartache. How long ago was it —it only feels like yesterday —since my feelings stopped,the emotions went away.I can’t recall

Mother’s Journey – The Last Tear (Prose)Under The FloorboardsDawg So close to bringing her homea small win after months of battlesin hospital rooms and sterile hallways The doctors said hospiceher own bedher own thingsthe place she’d always felt safeOne condition — she had to eat She wouldn’t do itI couldn’t understand itcouldn’t figure out why

My Dolls We have a visitor todayand she thinks you’re a little strange.She even went so far as to saywe’re a bit deranged. Why can’t she see the beautyin your porcelain skin,and look insideto the creature that dwells within? Your unblinking eyes greet mewith a frozen smile.We’ve been together nowfor quite a while. You never

Mother’s Day (Prose) She used to watch me play Zelda,couldn’t work the controller herself,but she had to know how the story ended.I finished the whole damn game for her.I was sixteen. She made me coffeeand asked before I’d even sat down—“Are you going to play this morning?” We were poor. Dad drank the money.That’s not