Come Back With Me

I’m sorry I’ve been so distant
Wallowing in the marsh of perpetual stress
Held by the world under endless duress.
I forgot that I wasn’t alone
You’re out there juggling my problems
Struggling in your own time to solve them.
We have both been remiss
Neglecting happiness for another’s satisfaction
Denying what calls to our attraction.
I want to let you in again
The layers of my mind peeled back once more
I bare myself and expose my core.
Only with you I share me
I plead be careful of my vulnerable state
I’m back and benevolent and easy to break.



Must I speak in poems for you to hear me
Or do you ignore me intentionally
I left out punctuation so you could criticize
With your critical gaze and concrete eyes
Is that what it’ll take to earn recognition
Do you find that finding faults is your greatest mission
I don’t mind being wrong to learn what is right
You should cast away pride and take on this sight
To see that I care not for your amendments
Or your inconsiderate comments
I only wish that you would take the time
To notice that you’re the rhythm to my rhyme
For I can see beyond your cynical mask
You have a heart a soul and a broken past
I can pick up the pieces and bring you home
Because just like you I too am alone

My Time

How silly I must look

Entirely unbalanced and

Teetering on the precipice of life

With these legs made of rubber

Unable to support these arms of lead

And an empty heart

Incabable of leading this bursting mind

Would it really be so bad if I just


Then your hand grips my arm

Bringing balance to my life once more

And your eyes find mine

Encouraging me to live

And your heart

Your heart

Is what inspires me to save others

From slipping through the cracks

As you did for me

The Storm

I see the ominous, foreboding clouds
Congregating at the edge of the horizon
As you approach me upon this rocky precipice.
Your gait,
Sharp like the wind that whips mercilessly around us,
Betrays your reason for meeting me here
On this late summer’s eve.
I brace myself for what is to come,
What is to transpire,
Between us this night.
I don’t want this to end,
To cease,
To fade into oblivion,
As I know it will.
Soon, all too soon,
You are standing in front of me.
Your eyes,
The color of the sapphire sea
That extends before us,
Transpierce even the shadows of my soul.
Lightning illuminates the indigo sky
And exposes the raw expression of fear and confusion
That I wear upon my face.
Where is the truth
That once lay between us?
To where has it fled?
I want to know.
Yet you don’t tell me.
You simply shake your head,
And before I can realize,
You have departed from me,
Have left me alone on this cliff
As the first raindrops cascade down my cheeks
And blend with my trickling tears.



He looks so weak

lying in a hospital bed

begging god

for a second chance at life


He had a farm

and loved to work

he loved his wife

and she gave birth

to two beautiful children

that they raised together

and he’d have that back

to relive forever


His eyes look so tired

and his voice breaks

with my heart


There is no one to follow

No example to live by

No footsteps to fill.

Just as well there is no one to lead

No one to guide

I am no one’s example of anything.

Perhaps that makes me an example of nothing

Or does that simply make me alone

Crying internally for external affection?


But we all know frogs go-

BOOMBA! Will anyone be my hey?

The clatter of dice hitting the table

warm sticky air, the sound of coins

jingling for purchase in the yard

the first fleeting sensation

warm ripples of liquid teal

across my sole; rumbling

lightning flashes, perfectly white

laying softly in the palms

Here amongst the tourists

like a single drop in an ocean

that single white drop

of a seashell, the echos and roar

ringing in your ears; will it stay?

For how long?

In years to come when someone picks

up that shell will they hear?

Laughter and jokes; no

just the low roar; but yes

I will

Remember this summer



Metaphorically Speaking

 I am a poem

I am several similes

With all my similarities

To the natural

And the fabricated artificial

I am the dramatic hyperboles

Life’s entertaining comedies

And simply bringing theatricality

To the dullness of reality

I speak with a genius of jargon

Or in slang without begging pardon

So long as you can understand me

I’m speaking to you directly

I am the most vivid imagery

When you look at me can’t you see

The shooting stars in my eyes

That shoot for dreams beyond our skies

I am the complexity of poetry

The angst of burning curiosity

For I’m about to throw a wrench in this flow

In the next five lines or so

I am this extended metaphor

But I ask something more

After the metaphor’s validity

If I’ve just mentioned it previously

Does the poem lose all meaning?

I desperately need some answering

I’m not worthless or meant to be forgotten

If indeed I am this poem


As I stroll along this urban pier,
Gazing into the depths of Lake Michigan,
I cannot help but think of you,
Remember your awe striking eyes,
Your jubilant laugh,
The blissful experiences we shared with each other.
The memories sweep into my mind,
One upon another,
Just like the aquamarine waves
That crash onto the concrete beneath my feet.
Although these glimpses of the past
Paint a smile across my face,
They still bring a bittersweet pain to my heart,
For as I stare into the abyss of the night,
I become well aware
That I can never again
Run through the vast field of those joyful times
With you.
Yet I cling onto hope,
Desperate hope,
That one day,
I will be in your presence once more.

From A Modern Day Juliet

Am I truly as low, as dirty, as stupid

As you make me feel when I say that

I love him?


Is it so vile, so disgusting, so damnable

An expression to you

That you should look down your nose at me?


How can something as precious, as sacred, as intimate

As what I share with him be snatched away so easily

By words slung from your contemptuous lips?


Is it wrong to feel so free, so loved, so safe

In his company so warm and open

That I should keep him a secret treasure?


Or perhaps if I should be with him

Would you rather have me not be at all

Would you rather me dead?


Of course, I kissed him without knowing his name

And I’ve made his acquaintance for only two days…


Never mind everything I was just saying

Please proceed with your life 🙂