Thursday, July 30, 2015

A break.

Off for a midsummer break. Be back the first of October.

Friday, July 24, 2015

2104.

Her voice breaks a heart
through token protestations
of what love won't be.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

2103.

My heart is littered
with all the ongoing works
of hope's small trials.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

2102.

Afterwards, I would
swear that innocence head
worn him like mirrors.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

2101.

I yearn to be freed
from these contrived passions
eluding solace.

Monday, July 20, 2015

2100.

Smoke wafts up like wraiths
in the sky, lighting up their
passion in fire.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

2099.

The beauty of the
sky holds, as stars mirror this
emotion's disease.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

2098.

Silhouettes cross the
stage in their inanimate
dance to memory.

Friday, July 17, 2015

2097.

The broken heart of
a sinking ship's reckless hope
that rescue might come.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

2096.

Outside, the streetlights
shine downward like passing thought's
interrogation.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

2095.

The smell of rain and
brine, carried off the water
soothes me deep inside.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

2094.

The delicacy
of bent stem's petals are cowed
under morning dew.

Monday, July 13, 2015

2093.

Her voice, arching sound
past the splendor of my heart
echoes in wonder.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

2092.

Your eyes tell stories
from within gentle whispers,
fractured in the night.