Poetry

We Finally Meet

My mind is the battleground. War wages on between my imagination and reality. Strike, counter strike. We never rest. I’m awaken to images in my mind, being flipped through like

Illusion of Freedom

My heart felt relief But it was only a coup Many months ago What could I do? She sent me away to never return But made no sense as I

Monkey Business

My mind is not here. Monkey business all the time. My emotions turn sad. I’m trapped in my mind. Is the pressure barometric? The shock feels electric. Or is it

I Know Her

When I saw her I paused Because I knew her I didn’t know her from the past The future is where we crossed paths The way the light attached to

Hurt Track

The agony returned. Face down in the dirt. Someone hit repeat. On my track of hurt. Nowhere to be. No one cared. Nothing is left. Just memories and despair. I

Tempest

It hit you like a sudden breeze. A tempest. Your heart was out there. Open. Exposed. You looked away but for a moment. Then realized it had wandered away. Your

Worth

You question your worth. But it cannot be measured. Not by a king, a queen, or even a jester. I don’t understand why you feel this pain. Comparing yourself to

Release

I met her at a crash. And something struck me. It was more of a whisk than a bash. A connection was made. But sometimes the demons we cannot escape.

I Walk Along

I walk along. Unsure of myself. Confident in the least. But look at her. She’s just like me. Yet she appears so powerful and complete. I could never be that.

Death Drove By

Death drove by me on the road today. As she passed me by, she looked my way. The paint on the road all faded to grey. She looked back at

The Wall

Go away she said. Away from me. Blocked! Unblocked. And Blocked again! It never feels good when its from a friend. It mirrors my childhood from back in the day.

Smiling Down

Who was he to you? I have not a clue. But I know it hurts. I feel it too. A friend. A bud. You loved him. He cherished you. You’ll

Lonely Song

Write some code. Check the tweets. What’s on FB. Rinse repeat. A day in my life. My pains not gone. It hasn’t left. Is this what they mean by mental

The Struggle

I wake up alone, although there are four others around. I leave for the day, but sometimes not at all. When I’m fully charged, I don’t want to be alone.