Squeegee the mist from my eyes The tears that blur my vision For life doesn’t follow the path of perfection … Continue reading Seeing Through the Haze
Always waiting For something to start For something to end For things to be perfect Conditions to be right Always … Continue reading Do It!
In your sketchy five o’clock shadow I find my lust etched In the rugged lines of life I bury our … Continue reading Look of Honesty
Wildly ostentatious characters With a flair for the dramatic Loud and in your face constantly They steal every drip of … Continue reading Intimidated
David and Gemma walked away from the explosion, satisfied. They headed for the dome, gas masks keeping them breathing. “It … Continue reading What We Did
Sometimes poems come to me that have nothing to do with my life. It is almost like I’m taking dictation. … Continue reading Black Bits and Grey
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “critic(al).” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun! You judge … Continue reading Too Critical