The Road Home

Where should we go
he asked with a grin
Tahiti or Timbuktu?
Whistler or Munich?
And with all
the choices
and potential
to see
all I could say
when he looked
at me
with curious eyes
and a crooked smile
is
“Lets go home.”

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The Stray Viola

Little sparks
of color
hidden in the grass
sweet little faces
looking up
to say hello
how could
anyone
consider them
a weed
and say ‘no’
to a few
colorful visitors
hidden in the grass
to brighten up
one’s day
delicate and sweet
as they look up to say ‘hey!’

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My Love

Darkness creeps in
to say hello
and try to crush
my heart
in its fist
as self destruction
takes the wheel
to steer for a day
and when
the smoke clears
he is there
with open arms
to patch wounds
and help in
piecing everything
back together again

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The Good Fight

I can’t seem to
find my stride
and all I want to do
is hide
to bury myself
where I can’t
be found
and let the world
go on turning ’round
without me there
to witness each day
and struggle and fight
to make
my own way

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Fucking Up

Not enough time
no organization
can fit more minutes
in a day
and pushing harder
only breaks me down
chipping away
sacrificing
pieces of self
to a greater good
am I even the same man
you once understood?
every day you hurt
just a little more
and the fight
becomes a struggle
to not walk out the door
because what am I doing
but hurting us again
compounding your pain
with mine
over and over again
I’m failing on repeat
never enough
and as tears fall I wonder…
Should I rip the bandaid off?
Should I rip out my heart?
Would he be better off?

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The Hole

Why do some
feel the urge
to break things
that don’t
belong to them
as if it’s a game
or a joke
to cost others
time and money
or put others
in danger
with their actions

Why does it have
to be so hard
to have nice things?

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