Scrapbook Blues

Skimming through history at break-neck velocity

Losing my mind while snapshots take over me

Turn the page!

Wondering if you know I’m here

Thinking I see you everywhere and nowhere

It’s all the same!

I know that we’ve gone on alone

And we wander through the dark we own

It never ends!

These paper cuts run so deep

I feel you on my lap asleep

Get out of my head!

The glue under these polaroids is just too strong

I can’t pull them out ’cause I waited too long

Be careful!

You’re plastered on the walls of my boudoir

Caving in as it shakes me to my core

Please help me!

I can’t breathe as the floodgates burst open

Submerged in the images that I let in

It’s too late!

Striking a pose while I hold the frame of a .44 Magnum

A flash of the camera leaves me still and undone

Say cheese!


True Love

Hello to my truly, lovely angels! I enjoyed the storytelling and simple symbolism. This made me realize that I don’t necessarily need to use big words or long stanzas to make a great poem. I love how it’s merely describing an everyday occurrence and how it pertains to how women interact with gay men. At least that’s what I got out of it. Well, enjoy! And please check out Duncan’s blog while you’re here!



Working through the  227 Rules For Monks. Who knew the simple life could be so complex. This another of the 92 pācittiyas.

True Love

she  shows me

the new backpack

that her boyfriend had bought her

for her sixtieth birthday

he was so pleased with the colour

her favourite green

she hates it

but she didn’t tell him that

it’s not the right fit

on her shoulders

like the wonderful red parka

he bought her for Christmas

she loves the colour

but the zipper doesn’t work easily

she has to zip a little 

before putting it on

I guess he’s from India

as she imitates his accent

I like so much to give you things

she’s grateful to receive his gifts

but will insist

that in future she go with him

when he’s going to buy 

a surprise for her

she asks me

if that sounds reasonable

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Within The Grass Where You Remain

I was broken-hearted

So the world must be too

I was so high below the sky

So I must have seen an angel

I was deaf in more than one ear

So it must have spoken in tongues

I was blind in more than two eyes

So I couldn’t see why it came to me

I was full of doubt

So I fell into the sea before it flew away

I was searching for you in the grass

So I stared at the television screen

I was broken-hearted

So you must be too

The End of an Era

I emptied the remnants of my locker into my backpack. I tried my best to shove my deceased grandfather’s coat inside along with my used Tupperware and binder full of training notes from my first few months on the job. I disposed of the trash from the pockets of my work apron, and folded it neatly before gently placing it on my, now, former employer’s desk. For some reason, I decided to keep my magnetic name tag, sealing its fate upon my refrigerator door once I arrive home within the next hour. I finally managed to securely fasten the zipper before I released a soft sigh, staring into space. I waited for tears to stream down my face at my realization of the end of an era, but it never came.

I walked towards the sales floor to punch out of the computer system for the last time. My co-worker stood beside me as she did her usual shutdown of the secondary register fifteen minutes prior to locking the doors for the night. She noticed my presence but didn’t glance in my direction until I told her that this may be the last time I ever saw her again. Her usual, stoic face morphed into one of solemnity. We shared a chaste hug before I left. The short trek up the hill towards the bus stop seemed so distinguished, yet other people strolled around me in either direction, as if it was any other day. They had no clue how important today was for me. I wondered if anyone I had past by also considered today as the beginning of a new opportunity.

Osmosis Love

Diluted by the stream cascading down from the windows of your soul,

Take me back to the night we met when you still thought I was beautiful,

Let me mold together your broken pieces before they unfurl,

The sky reflects off the windows just before darkness swallows your world,

Enticed by the emerald glow emanating from inside your cage,

Take me back to the day when we became brave enough to turn the page,

Let me free your heart from imprisonment one rib at a time,

The sky spills on the walls just before my love steals your every dime

Born in the Dark

Stars are born in the dark

I see pain in everyone I meet

Hypomania fades away

Leaving behind an empty shell of a man in strife

A man whom I have known for my entire life

Hollow as a fallen log in a barren bay

Naked but fully clothed with worn-out feet

Stars are born in the dark

Vibrant Rejuvenation – A Passionate Appeal 

Hello to my vibrant, fallen angels! Once in a while, it’s great to step aside from posting (especially during a writer’s block… I won’t tell if you won’t LOL) and give a fellow blogger the recognition and publicity they need to feel inspired again. Veena is amazing! I love her choice of sophisticated language and rhyming schemes. This poem, specifically, really stuck out for me. Well, I hope you enjoy! (And please check out her blog when you can!)

Recollections At Fall

Behold a solitary figure away from inquisitive gaze lost and floundering

Dispassionate and unconcerned oblivious to her surrounding

While nature displayed her gracious charm unabashed

The azure sky a canvas of beauty unsurpassed

The golden orb radiated warmth and a dazzling brilliance

A truant wispy cloud perched precariously on a snow capped mountain at a distance

Birds glided smoothly across the ultramarine expanse in a decorous array

In close contention the earth outshone the ethereal magnificence with a proud display

The rural ambience abounded in mesmerizing sights and joyous sounds

A breathtaking panoramic feast captivated one and all around

Unmoved she sat in solitariness wrapped in self imposed seclusion

Choking and crumpling within widening the lacuna with woeful reflections

The abysmal pit hollow and dark resonated the cacophonous conflicting emotions

In vain she tried to end the strife stifle the silent screams and the frenzied commotion

Hopelessly she failed to…

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A Home Inside You

I thought love was in the drugs,

Never having too much,

Never having enough,

I thought love was in a drink,

Forget what I’ve lost,

Forget how to think,

I thought love was on the stage,

Giving myself to strangers,

Giving into the fear,

Then it tries to find a home inside you,

But I’m so alone,

Staring down at my phone

“Enough is Enough!”

There’s gonna be a time in your life (I sense that it’s gonna happen very soon) when you’re gonna put your foot down and say “enough is enough!” At this point, I would completely understand if you just get in your car and just drive away and never look back. I love you so much and seeing you suffer like this is not a laughing matter. I know humor is a way for you to deal with it, but it’s not healthy. Your feelings are valid. This is why I forgave dad years ago, because your well-being is so important and if you have to be a deadbeat dad to be free, then so be it. Life is too short for this shit. That bitch has you sleeping on the fucking floor, for God’s sake! I am so worried about you. You are strong, you are wise, you are smart, you are important. Get out of there! There must be resources out there to help you, take out a loan, find a place far away… something! Stop letting that ugly, evil, ass bitch ruin your life! Fuck child support! The same way we forgave dad, your daughter will forgive you too one day.