Posted in life, New Work, Poetry, Self-discovery and growth

Know Me

Dinner tonight was

Ben & Jerry’s


a shot of rum;

Not melancholy or troubled,

not even stressed.

Just…reminding myself

that sometimes it’s okay

to eat and drink things that are bad for me

for the good of my own pleasure.

Now and again, indulgence is necessary.

And besides,

why in the hell would I ever

model my entire life after

beings of

flesh and blood and flaws

who don’t even know me

like I do?

Posted in life, Poetry, Uncategorized


Funny how
the people you’re born

The people you’re born and raised
are more stressful than
the almost-strangers you speak to in passing
each day…

Funny how some days
secret parts of me
occasionally wish
those strangers were
my family –

At least most of them
are always trying
to get to know me,
instead of all the time

they already do.

Posted in life, New Work, Poetry


You like to push buttons

detonate triggers,

throw switches.

You like being surrounded by

chaos and confusion;

Volatility –

Your victims never see you coming

because you mask your intent

with pretty words

and intermittent affection

to get  what you  want…

means to ends –

We were only friends

when you had something to gain

from our companionship.

I pulled the killswitch long ago –

I just never initiated its sequences

…until now.


17 May 2020
Posted in life, Poetry, Self-discovery and growth, Thoughts and Ruminations

Question Truth

You’d rather gaslight me

than fight me –

You seek to control others

because your insecurity and

lack of self-control

are things you refuse

to acknowledge or face

and so all your inadequacies

are everyone’s fault

but your own.

Preying on the weak –

or praying you can weaken

the strong [around you];

Your arrogance the platform that

allows you to reinforce

your false reality

while causing everyone else to

question their own truth.


17 May 2020
Posted in life, Poetry


If I could paint

a picture of you

with words alone

It’d be the most

beautiful portrait anyone’s

ever seen

because they first saw you

through [their] mind’s eyes

and envisioned you

in [their] imaginings –

Think of all the beautiful ways

you could become art

from a simple portrayal

of your heart

and soul.


12 May 2020
Posted in life, Poetry, Self-discovery and growth

Conversations with the Moon

I told the moon

she looks beautiful tonight;

She acted so shy

and hid herself from sight.

So then I told her I’m grateful

for her light –

And she smiled so bright

I had to shield my eyes.

Then she whispered to me


I shouldn’t be afraid to see

I thought she meant

visual sight

At first…

Then I realized I’d been afraid

She’d seen me at my worst.

But even when blind

and out of my depth,

she implored,

Remember there’s still so much left

To do…

Understanding reigns, above all else;

I never needed eyes

To see myself.