Green Switches

I still hark back to simpler times; A time the boys and I defined with Vespene Gas and Spider Mines, reddened eyes, and Ghosts. I remember veterans of Halo 3 would laugh at me for Battle Rifle noobery and using Plasma Swords. I recall the way that others claimed I wasted precious life. A nostalgia ...

The Old Winchester Line

I have driven the old Winchester Line. A road that you are lucky to avoid, the road wherein my heart had been destroyed. I keep driving the old Winchester Line. Each day, I drive the old Winchester Line. With each trip I have slipped into the void, to feel angry, or distressed, or annoyed. Always ...

Anything for Her.

For her, I would do anything. I would not hesitate to feel the frosty air punish me as I climbed Everest and shifted it to the East pebble by pebble. For her, I would do anything. I would instantly embark toward Atlantis without a compass or raft or socks, and search eternally for a myth. ...

A Man I Once Called Dad

Carmen, A man I once called "Dad" Of all the emotions you've provoked, The complex words that could be spoke, Somehow it always falls back To sad. Or angry. When I think back and reminisce To the important times and moments The defining traits, events, opponents One thing that they all just seem to miss ...

A Hibernation of the Heart

With snow on the horizon, The green upon the trees will dwindle. Tragic winter as its symbol, The heart goes still and quiet. The summer took its toll, And though the sun was warm and kind, The heart must keep in mind The deep, impending cold. The glucose of the shrubbery, That once was gnawed ...

The Girl with the Green Hat

'Never will I ever Allow myself to be So dimwitted and unclever As to love someone but me!' This I did repeat, Each and every time I've hurt. Relieving words to speak, But daft to think; absurd. Going through my new routine, Buried in my bitter woes, I recall this face that I had seen, ...

Tired Words

I've written it over and over, In a thousand ways. Sometimes I wrote it creatively, And sometimes I wrote it, Like this, Blatantly. And I could write it a thousand more times, Whether or not it's iambic or rhymes, Another alternative, alliteration, With a clever false rhyme illusion, In Fragments half, Could I say that. ...

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