Anonymous

so lost
and more alone
forever to
stay unknown

Now you see me

in mad-made temples
of countless lies
in a fortune teller’s
false disguise

in fragile leaves
of olden trees
in shape-shifting
moons’ mysteries

in black dawn skies
somewhat blue
all around me
i see you

Misfits

music
but, without a tune
hot chocolate
in the month of june

a runner
not in a race
worth loving
but, out of place

Origins III

sins of pride
lust and greed
made me ugly
but succeed

love around
but none for me
I betrayed
one too many

nothing left
a zero score
starting over as
poet of yore

Origins II

I wasn’t alive
nor was I dead
when you left
me to my dread

doomed to fail
in life and love
pain below
and fear above

a little hope
another door
opened and made
poet of yore

Origins I

we’ll never walk
hand in hand
or slow dance to a
street-side band

no morning teas
or midnight cigs
an end to all
the whisky swigs

bye for now
and ever more
thus was made
poet of yore

New beginnings

somewhere during my
attempts at distractions
in the middle
of hating and accepting
who I was and who I could be

at some intersection

of grief and joy

after I cried on

the ninth date

with someone who wasn’t you

in the moments when I sat alone

feeling the wind

listening to another 

love song we used to sing

I got over you

Being in love

I do not miss him
I miss the feeling
Of being loved.
It was healing.