Sunday, November 17, 2013

Paper Love

My dear, My love

How I've enjoyed our letters. But more than letters, our conversations.
Getting to know you through your words.
Telling you my story. A chemistry on paper. Physical proof.

How I've long to meet you. I have, in my mind, imagined it so many times.
Always sweet and lingering. Always only imagined.
I long to meet you still. My soul mate.

Our embrace will be a salve to my lonely heart.
Your lips, a soft landing to my soaring emotions.
Oh, I have truly counted the days.

But can paper really be physical proof? of love? I have pondered this so deeply.
This love is too real to taint with reality.
Surely, we will ruin in. When the paper disappears and our stupid brains no longer have the time needed to find the perfect words to say.

I can not let it be ruined.

So, alas, my decision is clear. I have to keep you the way you are. Perfect.
And at a letter's distance. I love what we have too much to risk it for what could bring it to an end.
Please, my love, write to me. Do not take your words away. I need them so.
But if you do, I shall still have your letters. You can't take that away. Physical proof of our love.
I'll cherish them forever.

Inspired by The Mag

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Resurrection Anticipation

Holding hands and dancing
Raising white flags while prancing
Emotions are enhancing
Where are the ones we miss?

Supernatural or Superstition
A hopeful disposition
A spiritual omission
They are in Heaven's bliss

No seance can appear them
Our memories must endear them
One day we'll be near them
We can be sure of this

Inspired by The Mag

                                                                                                                                                          Resurrection Reunion 2, 1945, by Sir Stanley Spencer


Sunday, October 20, 2013

Willow Manor Ball


I'll be the one behind the mask
Dodging the questions you'd want to ask
Hiding in a sea of Chanel
Showing only the me you know so well
But under the taffeta, ruffles, and lace
I'll be watching you dance from a quiet place
Smiling as though all is as it should be
Secretly wishing you were dancing with me

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Catching Cars

dog by scavengercat808

Are we on the outside trying to get in
Or on the inside trying to get out
The grass that's greenest can be deceiving
Perhaps we should chase contentment instead of cars
If we ever caught a car, what would we do with it anyway?

Sunday, October 6, 2013


There's never enough.

When we are young we squander it.
We think it passes too slowly.
We think it lasts forever.

As we grow older, we slow down.
And time, it seems, speeds up.

There's never enough time.

So what can we hope for?
More time?
To move more quickly?
For time itself to slow down?

My hope is this...
When my time runs out
I hope I can say I spent it wisely
And regret nothing.

Because time really does last forever.
It outlives us.
So perhaps its us that aren't being... enough.

Inspired by The Mag

Sunday, September 29, 2013

The Storm


Walking backwards I will stumble
Along this broken path
Lost in branches of memories
In the storm that is my past

The clouds are in the distance
But they hover still in view
Full with drops of misery
Unable to be made new

If I let them wash over me
Will I be cleansed of my mistake
Or will I drown in their humidity
As I relive my heartbreak

I must turn away
For these branches will not bend
Turn around and find out
How to start again

I will grow new branches
In the sunlight they'll grow long
                                                                     Because the storm behind me
                                                                                              It has made me strong

Sunday, September 22, 2013


I tried to be a fairy princess
Tinkerbell and Cinderella
Happily ever after in a dream
My shoe fell off as I ran against the clock
Though all the lost boys clapped at midnight
My carriage turned back into a pumpkin
Peter is still in love with Wendy
My house is broken

Inspired by The Mag 

Wednesday, September 18, 2013


Some would call this home
Others, an adventure
Travelers and dwellers can tell of its secrets
For me it is a possibility
A far away place I might one day get to explore
A treasure I look forward to finding

Inspired by Magpie Tales 

Sunday, September 8, 2013

We Must Evolve

There was a young white boy in my train car today
Wearing rich fabrics with wealth to display
His father put him on, wishing him good travels
Never meeting my eye, lest society unravel
"Young Master," I asked, "What would you like?"
He looked into my eyes, said to call him Mike.
"Have a seat while I look," he said to me.
"No sir," I replied. "Best I stand, you see?"
Young boys like him, spoiled at best
They don't think I know that this is a test
But then something happened I didn't understand
He looked up at me with the wisdom of a man
"You can rest," he said, "and we'll ignore our exteriors.
I won't be a white boy. You won't be inferior."
I stood in that train car, declining to sit.
I stood in awe of a young man's wit.
I kept on my roll, lest society crumble.
But inside me surged hope from a young boy, so humble.

Inspired by Magpie Tales

Saturday, September 7, 2013

The Closest Connection


The closest connection we've ever had
wasn't through cellphones or texts or iPads
The convenience of technology comes at a cost
where personal physical face-to-face is lost.
Offices, computers, screens where we hide
Do we ever look up to see the outside?
In nature we began, made out of clay
too muddy for us now, clean we must stay
But at our cleanest the connection was clearer
outside, in The Garden when our creator was nearer

Inspired by Magpie Tales


Sunday, July 28, 2013


Dream the impossible.
Your dreams are limitless.
Why put restrictions on them?
After all, they're only dreams.

So imagine the impossible.
The only thing stopping you is your own mind.
Expand your imagination.
If you have no limits...
What are your wildest dreams?

Do the impossible.
You can.
The only thing stopping you is your fear.
Failure is only a speedbump.
Do the impossible.
After all, you can do anything you can dream up.

Inspired by Magpie Tales.


I'm sorry I've been gone so long. Perhaps I disappeared.
For when my poetry is stuck inside my head, I am invisible.
I am ready to be seen again...

Saturday, August 11, 2012


 Take my picture
Capture my youth
A photograph always tells the truth
Perhaps I'm not smiling or gay
But life is often this way
A candid shot, better than posed
Not just a memory the subject chose
It tells of the little moments we live
After all, that's what life really is

Sunday, March 18, 2012



When the world is not what we want it to be
Do we take our chances
Or do we peel back the astroturf to manipulate the gears to our desired outcome
If for every action, there is a series of changes that occurs
Then are we manipulating our own destiny
Or are we changing the paths of others without their ever knowing
Is it worth it?
Perhaps the gears should not be in our control

Inspired by Magpie Tales