These Thoughts of You; a poem

Your eyes are caring, full of love. Your hands are strong and kind. Your lips are soft, your hugs are warm. Your words reflect your mind. My dreams revolve around you, my dear. My heart beats to your tune. My future is beside your side. My mind is filled with thoughts of you. The way our drives and dreams align. How you focus on me … Continue reading These Thoughts of You; a poem

Butterfly Wings, a story poem

I was lost in a collage of lilies, roses, and weeds, A field drifting toward freedom as, forgotten, Flowers were left to fulfill wild aspirations. I saw a scarlet butterfly perch on the tip of a blooming lily. Petals and wings were open, showing twin patterns Of color and shape and negative space. I saw you across the glamour and pollen, Standing on a path … Continue reading Butterfly Wings, a story poem

Rocky Horror Love, a poem for her

Rocky Horror Love She brought my life to life. She was beauty and intellect, Energy and interest And confident femininity. She wore a lab coat and glasses, With a pencil in her bun. She wore striped tights and glitter, With short skirts and bangles. How I’d like to see her now, My Rocky Horror Love, But our love was only mine, Invisible wall of heterosexuality … Continue reading Rocky Horror Love, a poem for her

The Hidden Heart, a poem

The Hidden Heart And she rides the feather with her eyes, Escaping the ground in her mind, Fleeing the sound of her own voice, Repeating empty, boring lies. And she sighs as Veronica passes by, Her scent, her shape, her smile, Pretending friendship will satisfy, Aching with unrequited desires. And she locks the door to her room. Alone is better than consumed. This world is … Continue reading The Hidden Heart, a poem

Be Kind, Be Honest, Be Brave

There is something I would like to say to people in my home country. Don’t be afraid to have a different opinion than your neighbors, family, and friends. The USA is based on the idea that we can get along without agreeing on everything. Freedom of speech means we can have open, honest discussions without fear of government reprisal. We should be kind though. We … Continue reading Be Kind, Be Honest, Be Brave

Cobblestones, Part 1

And she asked Sydney about death. “Do you fear death?” When Sydney did not respond, she continued. “Some say if you don’t fear death, you aren’t living well. But I don’t know. I know death is part of life, but still…” “Hmm,” Sydney considered. “I think there is nothing to fear about death,” Sydney said. Her brow furrowed. “Of course there is. Everyone fears death.” … Continue reading Cobblestones, Part 1