Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Todays daily piece is not really new, but rather, a necessary return to roots. This was the first of my poems that was ever published, receiving second place in a free-verse poetry contest at my university in 2012 and with it, a spot in the literary journal called Prometheus (along with another of my poems … Continue reading Intrinsic Desire
In this life it seems We are given Many precious objects and memories Which we treasure And love Above All but those We hold dear It would seem That what is precious Does not remain But rather traverses The dunes of time To be encountered and cherished But never to be taken As fixed We … Continue reading That Which Does Not Waver
The days are washing over Like so many crashing waves Each moment passing Never lasting Transient as the shadow-casting rays Just as the water laps the shore The minutes flood our minds Inward bleeding Then receding Taking with them pieces of our lives So let us not hold tightly this Who we are and what … Continue reading All Must in Time Flow
The first snow Has already came and went The white flakes gone once more Melted away into the soft earth Now we're waiting Just waiting on another season To blow through our lives Taking with it The warmth of the summer sun To be replaced with The long winter nights
Do you still feel it The passion pulse The glow from within Beckoning us closer Drawing our breaths to heated shivers Sending waves of anticipation across our eager skin As wild eyes Search without restraint How I long to hold Your fragile form To breathe deep the fragrance That exudes from deep beneath the surface … Continue reading Passion Pulse
In the end It is not sharpened claws that tear us apart Nor a flow of blood from our freshly torn flesh that draws the life from our bodies It is not dagger teeth that consume us Nor the acids of a churning stomach that digest our decaying forms No we do not stagger forward … Continue reading In the End
You are not And never will be Broken For you are not A solid and immutable object Rather You are a liquid being As a mass of water suspended To absorb and ignore All opposition As weapons pass Right through Your rippling form Causing no harm Though perhaps Taking with them The smallest droplets Which … Continue reading You are a Liquid Being
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 