Spaces in my bookshelf

There’s spaces in my bookshelf Where your novels used to be I read each one a thousand times But kept them all pristine Never wrote in your margins Or marked my favourite lines Never altered any pages Like the way you did mine Now there’s spaces in my bookshelf Because maybe that’s what you need…

My mind is a prison

My mind is a prison The prisoners, my thoughts But I am the warden Holding keys to those locks Never easily persuaded To open up and let them out Afraid of what they might do ‘Cause I am the only guard about The only one that understands The messes they can make Most the time…

Hurricane

Time hits in abrupt waves I lost track of when I started losing track of days Currently drowning in the present Life spins, unfaltering and fast This hurricane will outlast My ability to hold my ground And my breath While tossed around by time A line from a favourite book of mine “Life doesn’t stop for…

I am a vessel for this broken brain

I am a vessel for this broken brain Not a boat Not a car Not a plane Just a container Only to hold this broken brain And it’s scrambled chemistry Not to be piloted by it SWD 03/2017 Updated 05/2018

Kansas City

I wake up in my favourite city One that greeted me a few years ago When I was eager but also scared Towering steel structures welcomed me home I used to wonder how to find motivation How to get out of bed everyday How to face life head on, fearlessly And this city has shown…

Whispers of Possibilities

Lights suspended from skyscrapers Gleam like stars above the streets Towering steel structures Line a path that guides me Sounds of a lively city Lull my restless mind to sleep Whispers of possibilities Evoke extraordinary dreams SWD 01/2018

A Stream Down a Mountainside

I remember the first time I read poetry to people outside of my family It was in junior high when our English teacher asked the class to memorise and recite The Raven My teacher was one of the most intelligent I had had thus far I looked up to her and admired her views of…

Hot Tea and Poetry

Warm your tired soul With hot tea and poetry Flow just as freely SWD 10/2016

the empty space shaped for me

society is a puzzle the elite edges usually come first encompassing the middle class pieces and determining the overall picture i was told to do my part to settle into the empty space shaped for me so i chipped away at myself until i no longer fit SWD 12/2017 this wasn’t written about elections but…