White crayon on white paper,
Seems pointless doesn’t it;
Little more than a place holder.
But open up a new box of 24
Crayola crayons to find that tip broken
And the whole box feels used.
life
How Photographs are like Highlighters
A picture is like a highlighter.
It’s our way of saying
“If you don’t want to fail life
You will remember this moment.”
But in a world of camera phones
And selfie-sticks
We have forgotten how to study for the test.
Instead of highlighting the key concepts
And defining terms of our lives
We line the whole page fluorescent,
until we are overrun by pictures of moments
That were never meant to be remembered.
Talking to Orion: A Non-Believer’s Prayer
Where did all the blue skies go?
Because all I see above me are
Accusatory clouds wagging fingers in my direction.
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When did the middle ground become a high-wire?
And why does the wire seem so out of reach?
When did “okay” become the American dream?
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Orion, why do I treat you like a psychiatrist on my speed dial?
Ignoring you until I’m not, then impatiently awaiting your appearance?
Why, when I am unable to comprehend the devotion others show to religion,
Is the only word I have left – faith?
Frozen
Crystal by crystal they fall,
Feelings in six-sided flakes.
Small, light powder floats down;
Joy, comfort, contentedness,
Settle at my feet.
As the clouds shift bringing darker horizons
Grief clings to guilt,
Anger melds to hurt,
And heavy, wet pieces build drifts against my spine.
Day to day the frozen precipitation falls,
I’d Rather Be a Rockstar
I’d rather be a rockstar;
a poet in ripped jeans.
I want to wear my heart
on a tattooed sleeve.
I want to feed my soul
by sucking life dry
of every moment.
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I’d rather be a rockstar;
a priest with a guitar
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