The Losing Battle
Artistry lost
as once
commonplace intricacies
are discarded
and disregarded
pushed out
for the sleek
and streamlined
that costs
much less
because it is worth
nothing
This is how
society
abandons beauty
and breathtaking skills
are lost to time
instead of immortalized
The Rush
Beaten
battered
scratched
and scarred
I struggle
flounder
and fail
to float
then rally
to gasp for air
as days
tick by
in a blur
of lost hours
Still Waters
Gray days
filled with shades
of blue and green
muted by heavy sky
are like
perfect moments
caught in time
suspended
in stillness
as we sit
on damp rocks
at the water’s edge
and breathe deep
The Charade
Tea stained petals
unfurl
exposing
hidden shadows
within
to the light
and bruises bleed
as I try to play off
darkening stains
as normality
with a bright
exterior
and a smile
just
dont look
too deeply
into dark eyes
I Ache
Lets get lost
together
among
towering trunks
and damp foliage
swaying fronds
and raindrop patter
and as the green
opens her arms
to pull us in
we can lace fingers
and run
laughing
into a world
of soft moss beds
and the shelter
of evergreen boughs
Such a Cold Bitch
Her words are arrows
poison tipped
with sharp barbs
along the shaft
to make sure
when they hit
their mark
they will stick
sting
and cause
permanent damage
dont let her see
the wounds she creates
or she will pour in
acid
to eat away
at your insides
she makes my balls
shrivel
Twisting the Leaf 