Thursday, June 26, 2014

Evening Summer Rain

It's 7 in the evening,
and a strange light is 
filtering through
the windows 
glittering with 
streaks of rain; 
it is lulling me 
to sleep in the sound 
of murmuring drops 
in the eerie yellow-purple-grey glow 
and the 
sadness of 
a summer evening alone
gazing outside
about you.

Monday, June 23, 2014

Many Hats

Love is a man with many hats, 
a different form for everyone, 
even with the same person 
he may transform his guise. 

He is the torrid whirlwind of an affair 
and the steady rock of a partnership, 
the soft sweetness of warmth 
and the hard bitterness of cold, 
the truth in the lie 
and the lie in the truth.

And although he may 
look different for us, 
he is authentic to all; 
a man with many hats 
is still the same one 

Sunday, June 8, 2014

A Confession

I had told you 
that I had merely 
forgotten what it was like 
to not be the listener, 
but that's not 
the full truth:

Tuesday, June 3, 2014


I have become 
pieces of me 
feel ill-fitting, 
loose where
cracks are forming 
over my very 
The pieces still 
precariously cling on but 
I can still feel the edge 
of everything falling 
silently and slowly 
Eventually, I'll have the 
strength to pull myself back 
into one but 
right here, right now,
all I need 
all I want 
is someone's arms 
around me keeping me 
even if only 
for a moment.