Hi. I’m okay. My name is … (private exchange) Oceanic delight, Mariana Trench – let’s lie on the waves Get lied to with promises as you wave your goodbyes The “we’ll soon see each other”s, the “I can’t wait to arrive”s Gesticulating giant, wide-eyed naivety shines Juan Valdez roast – a vagabond’s variant vibe CashContinue reading “My Mother Used to Say: Loneliness and Faith”
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Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams
You can hear the suburban chime, zirconia vertebrae, pearly white spine. Glass thrown in stone houses, a regular suburban night, whirring, rewinding. Chronicled childhood in olive drab paint, monocle glass. Wormwood and bottles of Shawshank dissolute solitude. A wanderer who wallows in the maze en route, delaying for tomorrow, never promised today. A virgin diary,Continue reading “Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams”
In the Spell of Miss P: A Delicate Dance of Desire, Elegance, and Enchantment
It was a matter of why, statuesque beauty over vodka and wine, an hourglass figurine. When you come around, it becomes tough to tell time. Seductress Stolichnaya, brunette, bridal, bohemian. It’s cruel how without even trying, you leave me in a state of dreams where I’m hardly breathing at the Gala. A seamstress couldn’t replicateContinue reading “In the Spell of Miss P: A Delicate Dance of Desire, Elegance, and Enchantment”
Hurricane Rendezvous
So, October 28th. The day before it had arrived. Pumpkin leaflets, summer’s leaving, Volkswagen sedan on a drive. Gusts of season, flannels, and walks through 10 p.m. suburbia nights. Blasts of orange harvest, olfactory senses concise. Lakeside and Beverly Creek. Lake Nelson just over in reach. The crossover between the Fur Elise and berry stemsContinue reading “Hurricane Rendezvous”
Then and Now: My Apologies, But the Gray No Longer Holds Beauty for Me
Dear Journal, Recollections of a picnic eventuate vividly in my mind. Amidst the reminisced scene, a profound sense of auditory quiescence prevails. What endures most is the ethereal spectacle wherein the heavens infused my being with enduring chromaticity. The transformation of a seemingly desolate desert into an entrancing marvel transpired. Heliotrope, lavender, and carmine mergedContinue reading “Then and Now: My Apologies, But the Gray No Longer Holds Beauty for Me”
JOURNAL: December 5th, 1997: A Journey of Reflection and Resilience
All little boys need father figures, Not to be normal or sane. You wouldn’t turn on a light switch without knowing where all the conduits are placed. You grow up with a fistful of hurt, a surge like a missile, without hearing a ‘miss you.’ But one thing is certain, nothing makes you question yourContinue reading “JOURNAL: December 5th, 1997: A Journey of Reflection and Resilience”
JOURNAL: The Ineffable Embrace: When Words Fail to Capture Feelings
Sigh. The streetlight kissed your eyes and created an impression so pure, its whiteness. I bring this up because I fell in love by remembering my reflection off your iris. Expression in its highest form, sensory design to cure, destinies arrived. Analyzed the sculpture, of course, then vandalized your structure. Leaves falling aimlessly, in theirContinue reading “JOURNAL: The Ineffable Embrace: When Words Fail to Capture Feelings”
Consonant Artistry: A Poetic Exploration of Sound and Expression
I don’t even care about breathing air. A) It’s clearly a mission. B) Decided not to get angry today. It’s barely a decision. I think life should be grander than it is, but it isn’t. Can’t have regrets with being wrong; that’s why I love indecision. Sweater against chins, found myself looking for trouble. IContinue reading “Consonant Artistry: A Poetic Exploration of Sound and Expression”
A Parting Glass, Baby: Verses of Departure and Discovery
The moment was so existentialist. I brought three apples, one for both of us, and one for the road. If it comes up, I suppose we could split it, undisclosed disposition, hanging from the hammock ropes in the stitching. There was hope for half-robed demolition, a bungalow almost out of a dream, quite a bitContinue reading “A Parting Glass, Baby: Verses of Departure and Discovery”
This Is My Last Shot, I Promise: Unraveling the Threads of Despair
Swore it was my last shot, promised it would be. It was the electric surge coursing through my conduits, a constant hum. I’ve been left alone, shadows have unfollowed me, but I’ve got 40 ounces that suggest I’ve done everything but bottle it up. My hair is falling out; I play a game, though IContinue reading “This Is My Last Shot, I Promise: Unraveling the Threads of Despair”
Blues and Bruises: A Selsun Blue Symphony
Grooving to the classics, velveteen smooth, with devilish antics. Never seen through my pirate-themed ruse or the skeleton captain. X-ray embellishing, developing cancer. The elephant in the room, and the rest is in captions, subtitled. Lexicons added for your pleasurable view, I’ve got a penchant for ad-libs. Subdued in my intelligence, say hello to theContinue reading “Blues and Bruises: A Selsun Blue Symphony”
Close to the Edge of Regret: A Portrait of Isolation
He drifts through life, an elusive specter of emotional detachment. His friends, mere stand-ins for the void that lingers within, serve as placeholders in a desolate existence. In his solitary moments, he’s tempted to serenade himself while tending to nonexistent plants, a poetic yearning for a connection with nature that remains unfulfilled. He dances withContinue reading “Close to the Edge of Regret: A Portrait of Isolation”