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Friday, April 10, 2026

Drops Left

He carries a scythe to cut you down 

Hard and fast while in the prime of life. 


I tried to chase after you in my clumsy disjointed fashion, 

But you never turned back to see. 


It never leaves you no mater the size or the weight, 

Once it’s created with enough pressure 

It forms a scar that you take with you ever after. 


People never leave your life as quietly as they enter. 


It is possible to lose yourself in future plans 

To hide from the reality that tomorrow is only a day away. 


You find the it needs space, 

You give it an office, 

Or it takes the living room. 


One doesn’t give the truth to another 

When they continue to lie to themselves. 


The dog days never leaveeeeee, 

They chase you throughout your life 

Always nipping at your heal. 


Yesterday’s debts are never cashed out; 

They lurk in the shadows on the summer afternoon 

Waiting for just enough darkness to come back to retrieve its pound of flesh. 


Nothing changes while you remain the same. 

Where do you find change 

When you wear the same skin day after day, 

You can never outrun yourself. 


Keep looking for a beginning 

But none are found 

When you have gone past the finish.

Wednesday, March 11, 2026

empty bottle

Solutions don’t find you

The blank stare that greats you from the mirror.

The broken record continues to play

The static hum that fills the space between the ears.

 I liked hearing your thoughts, it saddens me that you didn’t like mine.

The jacket, too warm to wear inside but I don’t want to take it off.

Fish moving into the net looking for the dinner table they never knew they wanted.

Thoughts bunch up like twigs in a stream

Another fat egg falling off the wall

The pieces were left out

The rats made off with the good bits

A slow simmer of the stone soup left out with no one coming

Another delinquent reminder of what’s crumbled beneath your weight.

I set the fish free to fill another mans wishes.

Bite the hand so it knows riding hood was always right

The emptiness is what takes you in the end

not with its cunning or guile

but through the slow drip of apathy