And there is always a moment

where stinging regrets

find a way to the tongue

where our sourness sprung

out of memories past

that we sadly recalled,

like a ghost in the night

we refuse to let go

 and we crawl and we crawl

back to darkness-


March 2019

“Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been.”

― Kurt Vonnegut


How Sudden


How Sudden


And how sudden, this shifting of things

leaves me hanging on the edge of life,

tomorrow becomes today

and nothing, nothing will stay

stuck between passing dreams

inflamed by moments of hope.

And how I dream! I truly did

sprinkle stardust around

and believed was meant to fly

‘til my wings never found.

Where do I go now from here?

Everything taken I took,

everything stolen, a look

I painted across, a kiss, a touch,

the earnest words disappeared

between my fingers now lost.

And how sudden, this shifting of life

leaves me hanging on the edge of things.


February 2019

“Two years in a child’s life is the distance between stars.”

― Nancy Horan, Loving Frank

“It’s lost time that matters – the time between time – the moments when you forget time and life just happens.”

― Chloe Thurlow, Katie in Love

To Find Me


To Find Me


I find me

lost, sometimes far so far

my guide a single solitary star.

I find me

alone, in quiet hush of voice

a life detached becomes a choice.

I find me

alive, in days where my defeats

will pace my heart in quiet beats.

I find me

here, the place I choose to be

embracing all not meant for me.

I find me

then, looking becomes my way

to not find yesterday but today.


February 2019

“Somehow, we’ll find it. The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be. But for now, we simply have to be satisfied with who we are.”

― Brandon Sanderson, The Hero of Ages





Can you see the colors in my words?

My fingers smudging luminous schemes

across the paper,

drawn shades of red adorning passion

escaping ruby lips and captured in stanzas

to sing in nights when dreams

are not enough.

Painted blue of oceans and skies

soothing my restless heart

lost in memories of bluest eyes

where I swam in deepest waters.

Luscious valleys under a yellow sun

basting life on endless expressions

suffocating my need to depart

this flesh I carefully tender.

But words in black for love lost

still elegant in my quiet surrender

to the passing of things

while happiness I carelessly tossed

in shades or orange

across a fascination that life brings

at the end of my days,

where I’m learning to embellish

the strange contour of unfamiliar words

with the color of life arrays

before I perish.

Can you see the color in my words?


February 2019

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”

― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

Falling Leaves


Falling Leaves


We fall like leaves touched by winter

chasing summery dreams,

sliding on fleeting illusions of love

and life among other things.

We glide with grace

towards the comforting ground

accepting a passing of seasons.

And in the midst of our fall

sometimes we question the reasons

for whatever is we found,

tempting our will to embrace

and hold on to eternal summer

as we helplessly fall

like leaves touched by winter-


December 2018

“Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself.”

― Tori Amos





Don’t ground yourself too hard

take time to dream

to travel far,

and let your love arise

across the bluest skies

transcending who you are,

a creature made of light

steady shining bright

above the brightest star-


December 2018

“And as she ripens,

She radiates happiness and serenity,

She glows like the summer sun,

And she generously leaves a trace of shine behind,

For those who have none”

― Charmaine J Forde

A Decay of Dreams


A Decay of Dreams


Oh, my days slowly pass in a haze

in a bud encompassing my dreams

that may sprout late in spring-

And this cycle of life

pulls me hard like a string

that may break any moment

while the wheels faster spin

in a fruitless pursuit.

I just want to reboot,

to transform into something anew

where my dreams are not stale

and this heart not as frail

as it lately has been.

Where my life flows in pace

without needing to chase

after leftover dreams-


November 2018

“Harmony makes small things grow. Lack of it makes big things decay.”

― Sallust