There's something about summer evenings that remind me of you... When the sun begins to retreat so that the stars can come through...
Category: My Poetry
Final Notice
There is no final notice or friendly reminder when people are meant to leave us. They are taken. Without apology or remorse.
Pass It
In my mind we're sharing this cigarette while passing it hand to hand... But then I remember that you're not really here... And it falls right into the sand.
Lunch
The anxiety I can't place penetrates my stomach in uneasy twists... Subsequently churning, knotting, and rioting against my acidified lunch.
Blurry
Blurred lines and fuzzy features imitate the objects I know. The fire alarm... is just a beige blur. The carpet... is just a sea of synthetic fibers. And the bedside lamp... is just an incandescent inferno. But in the morning I'm sure they'll be clear.
Pulled
I think that by nature we gravitate to those who mirror our emotions. Those of us who are lost and grasping for comfort seem to be drawn to those also desperate for connection... Only to find our own condolences in the reassurance we give.
Relentless
The future always finds us. It finds us without hesitation, effort or probable cause... Tormenting us relentlessly with small pokes and large prods. And there's no way to outrun it or ability to hide... Unless time chooses to take you... Or you decide to die.
Labyrinth
Her mind is a labyrinth of what-ifs and have-nots. A self-inflicted maze which spirals... Twists... And constricts... Until finally cascading into what she craves and fears most.
Whose
The secrets we shared helped relieve us of our solitude... But then yours became mine, and mine became yours... And we could no longer remember whose was whose.
Apparently
Secrets, sentiments, stories, and lies... You speak only bullshit to get between thighs...
AO Poetry 
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