As the weight of the snow bends the bough,I consider the weight of the world.The branch could crackAnd part of it will be lostLeaving a scarAnd a feeling in the treeThat it is incomplete.Or a wind of change could comeAnd cause all that troubles the treeTo cascade to its foundation.But for now, it bends and…
I don’t think I’ll look for love again. maybe I’ll seek out a dark alley with opioid addicts, hoping for a victim from a foreign town whose absence won’t be noticed for a week or more. or perhaps I’ll take out an ad in the classifieds, if they still have those. I’ll list all of…
I collect people like Pokémon cards. I can tell which species they match with. I merge them to evolve into a new being. done. Discard them and send them on their way. Or I keep them wrapped tight with a rubber band for the day when I find another one.
I’m working very hard so it’s not complicated and you won’t even tell me the truth about the girl you complained about for days and the reason you wanted me to come to town
There’s a hole in my heart Where the love leaks out Since you went to her Instead of me It makes my heart black Instead of red It makes me angry Instead of sad
The lonely blackbird criesAs she flies across the morning skyOverdue at home to a family“I’m coming, I’m coming.” With nowhere to beAnd no one to take care ofI watch. And sip my coffee.And sigh.
Parker got arrested.Ben's not speaking to his father.Maya's moving away.We're separated.Kyle started school.I had to work on my child's 1st day of school.and I woke up late.My mother's dying.I'm moving.I miss your father every day.
It is a hard thing to be born;to leave the comfort of your mother's home,to leave the place where everything is taken care of for you and come into this cold world. It is a hard thing to be born.Have no control over what is happening to you.to have everything about your life change. It…
Solitude is a condition of peace that stands in direct opposition to loneliness. Loneliness is like sitting in an empty room and being aware of the space around you. It is a condition of separateness. Solitude is becoming one with the space around you. It is a condition of union.” — Kent Nerburn
