All posts tagged: past

On Things Forgotten

Recoiled skies pass in reckless abandon The wind blows through the windows, Prickly pear and other thorny things sprouting limbs And creeping up the walls of this old sheriff’s office Remain the only living occupants. If walls could talk, they mightn’t choose to speak… We leave things hanging on hall trees, And mounted above mantles Small reminders that there was life inside at Some point. But the bones and blood Of these buildings runs cold, Until there is nothing but the Forlorn faith of somber cries From voices long underground. Ghost towns and old railyards mark the skin of This heartland, Long bleached from the sun and Rusted away from unfair weather. It’s a wonder what this place must’ve been Before time turned executioner, Before people picked up their shadows And blew away like rain-flit flames Struggling for a life that is no longer theirs. Now the frames wilt And weather away in rural decay, Things that once housed, fed, and warmed Now sink back into deformed Earth. Laughes do not echo off the walls, The …

Summer Thus Far…

Talked to a friend on the phone, told her I’d forgotten how to write. It’s true. Maybe it’s just that I have nothing to say really. Who is it I’m speaking to now, exactly? I’ve been told too often that I’m overly vague. But my life isn’t exactly something that can entertain pages upon pages, or even a handful of people really. To be honest, it’s just scraps, feathered pieces of paper torn on each end. Sometimes I wonder why I even write things here…. And then I remember: because it feels good to write things down. Put words down on a page that only really half-exists. Anyway, back to the content of my life, I’m ambiguous and indistinct. Maybe that’s why I’ve taken to poems. The right people to seem to understand them (or at least in my mind they do.) It’s like a type of codex; poems unite likewise minds flowing down the current of the universe. But in attempt to be a little less vague, let me share a little piece of …

Domestic Faith

Don’t we live such sad lives, trading whispers for gold. Redirecting promises for the unforetold. Laughter rolls its way into argument, salvation makes you starve, And the love that you once felt is orphaned and barred It’s sad how close the distance comes, and seeps it’s way around, until the wife chokes on her partner’s own dim, sweating sound. Did we come so far for this– An absentminded Commonness– The settlement of devotion? Though happiness true fades away, And sometimes a day is just a day it’s that struggle in the come-what-may, that the children shy, indulge in. Tell me could you cry, just for yourself? Could you pray for someone else? Or is it a path that you lost long ago, to a land that you no longer know The brambles press and the thorns grow but there’s a heart between those branches. Amid those grey fights and raised voices are calm, colored romances. And It’s not always about beating the odds but then again what are the chances?