Poem: Old Christmases

It’s Christmas time in the city
I’m feeling lonely on the streets
There’s no trees in the windows
Only a few scattered lights
Usually I love the vibrance here
This time of year it makes me feel

Poem: Tending to the Flowers

I know it’s late
Or maybe it’s early
Time doesn’t mean much
To me any more
When the hours are leaves
Just falling away

Poem: West of Amarillo

The road out here is so flat
You can smell the ocean breeze
Blowing across the Texas expanse
In this wide open stretch of earth
With windows down and radio up

Poem: On a Cold Day in September

Some days when it’s rainy
And I can’t face the day
I try to stay inside until
It all fades away like a
Leaf on the wind drifting
Aimlessly then it lands
To ride the streaming current
Along these dirty city streets

Poem: Old Habits Persisting

Behind dark windows
In my mind’s lonely eye
I still see your chair there
Where you sat for so long
Where I would see you
When I went walking by

Poem: A Girl Calm in Turmoil

Mina is the girl all the boys talk about
She’s the one that fills their dreams
And makes other girls doubt who
They are in moments in her presence
No one sees her when she’s alone
With all of her thoughts circling
About her brain like vultures waiting
To swoop and pick apart the remains

Poem: Empty Streets and an Empty Room

Her smell lingers like a ghost
on blankets strewn across the couch.

Out the window that is frosting
from the cold outside compared
to the warmth inside, and beyond
I see the street is empty.

She has moved on.

Poem: A Lonely Drive with Memories

As I drive these winding mountain roads
With an empty passenger seat
My mind goes to all my travels before
In every memory there’s always girl
Riding shotgun next to me laughing
Singing at the top of our lungs to a song
Windows down and hand on her thigh
Knowing there’s a destination ahead

Poem: A Bird Alone Optimistic

Feather wings spread wide
Filled with gusts of air
Soaring high outside
In the blue skies fair

He sings his sweet tune
To an unseen mate
Hoping soon she’ll swoon
And love will be fate

Poem: If Self-Doubt Was

If self doubt were a person
It would be Maria
Telling the voices to shut up
That whisper to her
About all of her shortcomings
The doctor prescribed her pills
To quiet them down