I slid
away quietly
and went
thinking alone
making coffee
I felt
two hands
slowly sliding
pulling me
back and
onto front
then kiss
then whisper
then turn
into morning
Category: Creativity
PerfectYou
One is
only different
when one
needs others
when one
needs only
himself then
he’s perfect
AtLongLast
I am
tucked away
high away
from those
who harm
I now
have no
other desire
than to
no longer
desire others
and that
my absence
from such
will bring
me bliss
far away
high away
from others
HighRoad
Now I
understand why
the wisest
seek refuge
away from
the fray
it’s easier
to watch
the world
unravel from
high above
than down
below where
others scurry
about desperately
trying to
keep it
all together
ThePast
The past
to many
is worn
like a
uniform heavy
with medals
heralding heroism
when in
fact what
is lauded
are the
victories never
the cost
we never
give out
medals for
the missing
