a poem a daya simple appointmentwith pen and paperbut life got in the waysetting me backand resetting my soul a simple appointmentwith pen and paperthough I fell behindI did not give upI […]

beneath blue topaz skiesemerald green grass grounds my soulone with nature makes me glowlavender in the breezedancing between yellow beams of lightgives the heart within such delightwater mirror reflectionsechoes of the futureand […]

fear me, for I do not carefear me, for the crosses I do bearfear me, for the souls I will harvestfear me, for the hate I will reapfear me, for the love […]

I neither hate younor do I love youindifference is what I feelyou’re not realyou’re not fakeno sparkle or shinenot easy nor breezya middle groundSwitzerland in the fogbearing no armsand hiding swordsvenomous and […]

cursed, wretcheddiseased, bleedingmisunderstood rising at duskto feed on the nightnot the lustno preying on the innocentnor the broken returning at duskbefore the dawn’s lightburns your delicate wingsyou fragile being sleep well little […]

dusty desert highwayheat waves dancing in the airthe shells of remains laid threadbarenothing more to saynothing more to sharethe demons inside the devil’s lairthe hounds were no longer at bayI didn’t careit […]

waiting for the momentthe breaththe nowthe heart sinkingthe soul turning to dustwaiting for the momentwhen the stars alignwhen the moon is brightwhen the sun is quietwaiting for the momenttodaytomorrowforever 2021 April PAD […]

Slick pavementsBroken dreamsCrushed heartsDruggies and junkiesDreamers and believersStreets crowded with lost soulsNear and farHustling and bustling through lifeLost in the fumesInhaling the dust of the pastExhaling the lust of the futureSquandering the […]

What’s your story morning glory?Are you a song?A memory?An epic monologue of forgotten wordsAre you a poem?A feeling?An empty basket of forlorn looks and broken heartsWhat’s your story morning glory?An album title […]

6 eyes stare back at mefleeting heart beatscold dead handsfrom where i’m sittingthe blood runs dryand the music drownsthe tears and the bluesfrom where i’m sittinga stream of sun is the last […]

thirteenover lookedunlovedforgottenthirteenreveredlovedsacredunluckyto be luckythirteena numbera curse 2021 April PAD Challenge: Write a poem every day of April.Day 13: For today’s prompt, write a Lucky and/or Unlucky poem