I thought perhaps beauty
belonged to those girls who giggled about...

I hate you
for not calling...

I quit romance!
I'm taking my love and my poetry...

I miss the days
when morning tide would greet me...

Truth is a conspiracy
said the mindless tongue...

I am a lonesome songbird
trapped inside this steel cage of words...

He knew I wandered off the cobblestone
of some maps misdirection...

Bees busy themselves
with menial chores freely...

As of late, the poems I've read
don't really grasp the potential...

I'm beginning to think the whole world
is on the verge...

I know my poetry is in shambles-
it is enchanted with...

It just so happens, truth
can make a heart clearly see...