The Tables Turned by William Wordsworth Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you’ll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble? The sun above the mountain’s head, A … Continue reading
I wrote this back in the Spring of this year. It is an expression of some deeply personal conflicts, and a plea to those prone to rush to judgment. ————————————————————- When does it all stop – Embracing this foul hatred … Continue reading
potential to spare no catalyst to be found where am i going safe on the sidelines much too afraid to jump in comfort is a myth lottery ticket waiting for the phone to ring salvation is late your ride isn’t … Continue reading
When can you say this — that someone is a true friend? —a day, or a year? It doesn’t matter One day or a whole lifetime When the vibe is right I hadn’t seen you – seemed forever and a … Continue reading
As in a city, lost, walking round in circles – pacing the same streets. My true place to be lay on the next block over. But I never knew. I chose to wander too proud to ask directions most could … Continue reading
Tiny bitter pills Another one to swallow Another day gone Mama didnt say But there are bones in this fish Chew it carefully The air is foul here Yet one must breath to survive Plug your nose and laugh Once my … Continue reading
like a radio that tunes the strongest station the loudest one wins ideas that aren’t your’s want for a path to follow too frightened to search accepting it all believing without question never asking why reject all of it do … Continue reading
impervious gown said the box on the counter sterile on the shelf patiently waiting as good patients always do where is the doctor? quite bruised and bloodied he lay still on the gurney a sudden ending life’s not forever though … Continue reading
dazed and so confused scrambling to meet the deadline far too little sleep push yourself harder the world might end if you don’t as if that were true ever longer days I can barely even think is today sunday? the … Continue reading
I often wonder why it was I you chose dear or was the choice mine? does it yet matter? we are now the best of friends the way it should be romance novels tell of slender heroes wooing no, they … Continue reading
