Burning Rain

Burning rain floats, it does not fall. Gently gliding, it brings no pain at all. Chasing dreams with a net. We slip, we fall, “Get up you shit.” Driving ourselves because no one else will. Walking like zombies, is this world real? And yet we know that it is each day. As the burning rain…

Peeling Daisies

Peeling daisies, I have peeled them all. From the small to the tall. Until I happened upon a rose. Able to stand toe to toe. Finally an equal I had truly found. For were there not two crowns? Why do all the work yourself? If you can have someone else to tell. J.C.C.

Amber Glow

I see the shards of light sparkle off the waves within my glass. I slosh the liquid truth around seeking answers, seeking why. The “why” becomes the bane of my peace. I watch it melt like an ice cube, consumed by truth’s sweet desire. I do not just drink the amber glow. I consume it.…

When the Candle becomes the Sun

I promise you the sun and instead offer a candle as light. The force of my will alone seems to strengthen the light shining from it. Bright as the sun, the stars they weep in envy. I take pride. I take pride in the joy I have brought you, not in the deed that has…

Midnight Tears

Midnight tears trickle down a cheek of discontent. They fall like rubies to the ground, colored by different shades of intoxication. Misplaced treasures gather at my feet, forgotten emotions that are only missed when the inevitable waves of time wash away all traces of their existence. I watch as my past glitters and struggles in…

The Photo

It was at the bottom of the box. And yet it felt as if it was placed there, not left. A hidden memory, waiting to become a new memory. It is a treasure more valuable than gold. It is faded, you can barely make out a person. Who were they? What did they hope to…

This Prose is for Me

Most of my poetry and prose is for me. I don’t expect many of my readers to get them, they are windows into my mind and sometimes those provide terrifying glimpses into my own possibilities. I do hope people enjoy my “poetry” and can appreciate that I have only been writing it for a year…