Poem: Red Shoes

Striped socks and red converse
Comfy blue jeans
A slightly oversized sweater
The uniform of the girl of my dreams

Poem: Lord of Dirt

Blood is worth dirt
Was what they told him
The only value his had
Was when it was spilt
In the field of battle

Poem: Pretty Things

There are pretty things
So beautiful to behold
Yet empty inside

Poem: Parody

I spent so long trying to make you happy
I forgot what my own happiness was
Without trying to please you in the process
With you I have become a reflection
That dances when you dance and falls
When you fall to the ground

Poem: Warrior Spirit

Hair black as the raven
Circling the field of bodies below
The first kill was memorable
The thousandth was forgettable

Poem: Old Books

The spine is weathered
Broken by untold hands
Opening and closing it
Well loved or well traveled
Before it found its way here

Poem: Loneliness is the Killer (of my Heart)

Like the sand in the hour glass
She waits collapsed at bottom
Waiting for her turn
To start over again

Poem: Weathering Rock

Her heart once soft and beating
Over time petrified
From lack of being held
Hardening to the world
Until it was a rock to the outside

Poem: Possibilities

Bright sun new morning
Shines on golden fields of dreams
Here hopes run freely
Infinite paths stretching out
Oh! the challenge of choosing

Poem: Maryland in Brief

Maryland my home
Where first ancestors flourished
Kissed by deep waters