POETRY
Express the mess to release the stress! Writing to, from, and about the parts within.
Candle
I’d like to be able to claim
That none can hold a candle
To your brilliance
But the truth is
They are but mere candles
Before you
Their light
Only blinding
Against darkness
Only blinding
In your absence
I’d like to be able to claim
That none can hold a candle
To your brilliance
But the truth is
They are but mere candles
Before you
Their light
Only blinding
Against darkness
Only blinding
In your absence
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
The Knife Of Hypocrisy
The knife of hypocrisy
Cuts deep
My shadow’s blood
Leaks
Painting an already ruined floor
The boat’s mooring
Has come undone
Now we drift
Upon the whims of a moon
Covered by cloud
The dehydrated man
Dares not drink
Because he knows
He cannot swim
The monkey
Rages in the cage
He created for himself
The ant
Toils with its fellows
Oblivious of the destruction
Left in the wake
Of their queen’s rage
I write
Words on a page
Knowing they will never be understood
By those
Who inspired them
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
The Mountain
If I knew
How hard
I’d have to work
In order
To not have to
Work so hard
I’d have probably
Settled for a day job
Only now
Do I realize
Just how tall
The mountain
Truly is
And how strong
I’ll have to be
To climb it
Nonetheless
I am grateful
For my ignorance
For it made me
Strong enough
To believe
That I can become strong enough
To make it
To the top
If I knew
How hard
I’d have to work
In order
To not have to
Work so hard
I’d have probably
Settled for a day job
Only now
Do I realize
Just how tall
The mountain
Truly is
And how strong
I’ll have to be
To climb it
Nonetheless
I am grateful
For my ignorance
For it made me
Strong enough
To believe
That I can become strong enough
To make it
To the top
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
The Candle Burns
The candle burns
Giving light
Giving warmth
By fulfilling its function
It destroys itself
By destroying itself
It serves others
The candle burns
Sacrificing itself
For us
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Life Is Just A Costume
Impending doom
Looms over the womb
Nothing can exhume
The gloom of the tomb
Life is just a costume
An heirloom
A temporary bloom
Before the darkness consumes
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken