The Lake

I take my steps beside the lake and stare to where the water stops, and in these moments I adhere to nothing less than broken thoughts. My dreams, my hopes, they fret among the boughs of trees that fell, from whence they leaned a touch to far to see their own reflections. As I drift

Lost in the Breeze

Like mirrored glass, I stand here watching, Looking out, hoping you can’t see in. I hide behind my faith in the future, Waiting for it all to change. But by my side my hands lie still, And I am all to blame. I’ve taken nothing, reached to never, And looked to bare corners for answers.… Continue reading Lost in the Breeze

The Clock Inches

For the second day in a row, I’ve given in just the tiniest bit to the underbelly of poetry. This was a piece I had written a while back. I cleaned it up (it needed it terribly), and now post it here for whomever would take part in its enjoyment. It’s an uptempo, wordy diatribe… Continue reading The Clock Inches

The Anti-Alibaster King

Something a little different from me. It kind of wallows on the darker side of life.    He woke up to a lullaby of soundless singing, empty sounds like whispered dreaming. The warmth between his shallow thoughts was darling as it danced with lines of lies he’d spoke before. His pillow was full of dreams… Continue reading The Anti-Alibaster King