My heart is a graveyard
where ghostly feelings rest...
I remember everything you know?
The day the first grade teacher put me in the...
Take pride in your simple poetry
you don’t owe anyone...
this is a high functioning society
with high functioning people...
As I walk up to the aircraft
Which I have done many times before...
what i think of you is unprintable.
sometimes i think it is deeply unconscious...
Rubies are on my mind
as falling leaves dress ochre meadows and strips...
A seed that seeped into the heart, it creeped:
with its silent crawl, with its branches small...
When I grow old and frail
and become lost among the world’s many trails...
The lonely dance of feathers scattering
through winter’s breeze – shivering, withering...
Two hands covered in multi paint
sliding around the edges...
I think it's time to take some time out!
Some time just for myself...