Lack Of

Sometimes the truth is only revealed when you are not listening – words are spoken but often nothing is said.

The breathing, the stammer, the inability to look me in the eye.

Many things hurt but some deeper than others. People put value on certain things but ultimately all we seek is appreciation – no matter how small.

To find out value is nothing – appreciation more than fleeting.

The shock shatters but be weary of the pyschological decimation.

Self appreciation your only solace.


Summer Heat

In the heat of the summer solstice I am reminded of something –

You could even say it’s someone.

There is just something about the warm nights –

Young and old people don’t sleep early, they stay up late, allowing their imaginations to play with their fantasies.

I can visualize you. I can visualize the future.

In the middle of the night hunched over the table, a single bead of sweat will drop onto my journal.

The page wears it like a badge of courage.

It could be a tear to the untrained eye, they will be stuck wondering if it was for happiness or for pain.

It was neither,

It was both,

It was something I long for.

In Between

There is a battle within-

I like to believe that it is not just me but I cannot be certain –

I am trapped within the uncertainty of it all.

My imagination absorbs me whenever my focus falters.

To live in fantasy is dangerous –

To live in reality is deadly –

Where is my place?

Under Cover

I have been longing for the brilliance of the sun’s June rays.

They warm my skin which in turn warms my soul.

Optimism rises from the heat and mingles with the cold drink in my hand.

Memories dance across my mind – Images flash and laughter echoes.

The freedom of summer dwindles a bit each year with age in a literal sense


You can keep it alive within you.


In the seemingly cold air of the shade I can find warmth.
The sun may try to sneak in but it can be avoided.

There is comfort there- provided by the trunk, the branches and the leaves.

The hard ground is a companion.

I am able to prepare while lurking.

I am not waiting to launch an attack but rather waiting for myself.

Waiting to be ready to step into the sun for I know this time there will be no retreat.

If I leave again I can never go back into the shade.

Once in the sun all flaws will be revealed and I must no I have to accept them.

Never again shady.


Fleeting yet consistent-

enlightening yet bland.

Some mornings it greets me with the sun’s rays. Most nights it hugs me as I hunt for the stars among the clouds.

Occasionally, it hides, it runs, it completely escapes from sight.

If only I could control hope, or

Can I?


I learned long, long ago but I can’t help myself.

I pretend regret won’t matter but it is going to be my only emotion tomorrow.

Too much fun, together we are perfect in the moment.

The next moment has no guarantee.

Will I ever outgrow it? Do I want to outgrow it?

Some things are good to keep youthful.

April Showers

They Say-

They said it then,

they say it now,

that April showers bring May Flowers.

Said with such optimism and hope but

if you think about it,

it’s quite the battle of wills.

Nature versus nature.

They need each other to thrive but

the balance is tenuous at best.

There is a special type of beauty to be found in survival.


I hate to make assumptions but how can I not?

Looks can be deceiving but how should I know it ain’t the truth?

There’s no substance or at least it’s been hidden from me.

But not you, she shows you whatever you want.

Foolish perspective from both of us.

I can’t stop, I won’t stop my anger, it has to flow.

What will I do?