House of Light

light house sunrise

I’ve been searching for a lighthouse,
one on the beach,
above crystal-clear waters.

It’s the lighthouse I need
and its entire purpose
is all that I am not.

A lighthouse is never lost,
never scared, and
never lacking purpose.

Its job is to guide, bring boats
back to shore, and help the lost.

It’s the lighthouse I desire
for its ability
to make find myself, once again.

On Thin Ice

They don’t know what it’s like standing on edge,
fighting for survival, living each day
without no one reason to go on.

It’s easy being human,
for they own the word, as they say.
But me, I’m just an enemy, hiding in mountains of snow,
fighting each day to see tomorrow’s sunrise.

On this block of ice is where I get away.
The excitement, and danger of peering into the unknown,
and venturing off on my own gives me a rush, one I often desire.
Hunters won’t find me here and neither will my cubs,

it’s what I need.

Sometime I wish that I could float down a stream,
get washed up on an island, and never come back.

Please get me away from the snow,
and into the sun.
I want to be on my own,
to feel what it’s like to be warm
on both the inside and out

Strangers on the Subway

Across from each other they’re apart:
two different worlds,
two different stories,
and two different paths.

For what brings
them together in:
this exact moment,
this exact time, and
this exact point of their lives
is a guess.

Fate? Luck? Destiny?

Maybe it’s nothing,
nothing at all.

What if told you
they were perfect for each other,
but him too nervous,
she too shy.

As he got up to leave,
it was his stop, he left her

the two never saw each other again.
Two, perfect strangers, on a subway.


We Never Existed

disappear girl






What if no one was there
and it was only
you and I, but neither of us existed.

I could write this poem
page after page,
forever and ever,
but it wouldn’t matter
because it was all a dream
or better yet, a mirage.

What if what I’m saying makes no sense.
What if I’m crazy?
What if I’m not?


Writers are Selfish


but writers don’t care;
they rearrange,
mix and match letters
anyway they wish.

They don’t care if H
doesn’t like it near A
or T doesn’t like it in the middle,
and if E isn’t fond of the end,
they do it anyway.

Writers force letters together
just to express themselves
with no regard
or feelings toward innocent letters.

Alone in the Woods

big foot woods






See these fingers,
see these hands
they’re like yours,
waiting to be held
warmed to the touch.

Give me a smile,
give me a wave
not just a flash.

I’ll be your travel guide
follow my foot steps
down to the riverside
we’ll lay

watch the sky turn orange
count the constellations, debate
if we’ll ever get that far

trade me your freedom and
I’ll give you mine

No Traffic on Rt. 17

We take it for granted,
the ability to see and be seen;
ninety miles per hour on the highway
would be accompanied by red and blue lights,
not tonight.

It’s an orange-white street light
over your shoulder
masking the faint-taste of alcohol
on your tongue and
not judging you for what you have become,
but there to show you what you could be.

So look past the orange-white light
and to the skyline as it gets all of the attention.

When the city falls asleep,
remember who it is
guiding you home past midnight


Nothing Remains


Don’t push me from behind
and think that’s okay;
I don’t need help,
I’ll get there
on my own.

See me now,
take a mental picture,
never again.

Now, I’ll be
where I want to go
and when I get there
I will make it
where I want to be.

For my memory,
nothing will remain
except this note
posted up on your door

Passing Glance






Do you remember
the smile
you gave me
as we passed
through the hallway
at nine thirty on
Monday morning?

Well I do and
I took your smile as my own.
I hope you don’t mind.

I woke up in the morning,
looked in the mirror
and saw a new me.

Years went by
I grew older
and I changed,
my new reflection
never did.

I guess I’ll never know
if that smile was for me,
but thank you

Post #100

Thank you!

First, I would like to thank any one who has ever stumbled upon my blog and read any of my posts.

Number-100When I began this blog a couple of years ago I never expected that it would turn out the way it is now.

This blog is a timeline of my life and I like looking back on my older posts and seeing how much my writing and I have changed over time.

I have been able to connect with so many others bloggers on here, it really is amazing. I appreciate all of the feedback and opinions that I get on my writing as it keeps me motivated to keep on posting, thank you (again).

Sorry, for the boring post, but I wanted to take the time out to thank everyone.

Here is to several hundred more! (: