Feel Me as I Feel You (a poem)
Touch me more like that, it makes me feel loved. It reminds me of the real. I'm learning to reject the fake. So keep touching me. Touch me all you want since you're real. I love you.
A Fine First Mate (a poem)
Lying awake seeking sleep and I don't dream of you. I see you in my mind and I taste you on my lips. For you are real and I'm enamored You lift my sinking ship as it bobs the sea of dreams For I don't dream you, you're...
Reset Not Restart (a poem)
I'm drawn to it but I'm drawn to other things too. I failed but I'm not a failure. I feel bad for now but I will recover. I was doing well and can do so again. I relapsed but I learned. I lost but I became...
Breaching the Surface (TTW pt. 6)
Deacon's energy was through the goddamn roof. The gator had traced through the halls and rooms of his house. Countless trails in the carpet spiraled with him, like static ripples on pool water. Nervous eyes traced the walls, the furniture, the tables,...
Eye Opening
Sigh. Sal just could not focus. His desk at work was much too close to the window, and he found it impossible to concentrate on boring, concrete samples. The weather outside looked perfect and the park across the street looked so inviting. Another...
You Are Worth More
Paul sat down, adjusting his tie on his collared shirt. His laptop in front of him was booted up and his Skype account was open. He had an interview today and was just a tad nervous. The recent college grad was finally ready to go out there and make an...
El Perro Asado
The clinking of dishes and general chattered permeated the candlelit restaurant. Pick stood among the ambiance and watched all of the couples completely engrossed in each other, leaning on the bar off to the side of the room. He soaked in the scene as...
Only Me and My Demon Here (PMD: WNA 7)
Darkness succeeded the purple light. I felt so, so alone. There in the darkness there was nothing to help me, no one to save me. Just the vision of Axe in my mind, and that wasn't any sort of comfort. It just hurt to think about. I don't know just...
Pawprints (a poem)
Many holes in the sand and here's where I dig mine. To bury away the past I fear and make it hard to find. But the sand cares not for what I feel nor what I hide away. It always seems to come full bare and see the light of day. So...
You and Them
Coffee shop, cafe music playing, showing ads, buses passing, showing ads. Browsing website showing ads. Rampant consumption and consumerism culture that touts the belief that there is something wrong with you and the only way to fix it is to buy our...
"Submit" (a poem)
"Submit" I've come up with the idea. I've thought about it. I've planned it out. I've outlined it. " Submit" I've typed the words. I've told the story. I've penned the dialogue. I've written it. "Submit" I've reread...
You are not a rock! (a poem)
For Kris, who reminded me that there is much joy and happiness to be found even in the darkest times! When a rock is beat by the waves it learns what it is and what it is not When a rock is beat by the waves it learns what is real and what is just...