Of Opinions That Don’t Matter

A voice in the darkness calling out toward me.

A voice the beckons me home.

Or is it away from home.

It beckons none the less.

There is light in the darkness, a warmth in the cold. Continue reading Of Opinions That Don’t Matter


The Secret Present

Secret Santa, Secret Santa, bring me my gift.

Make it so heavy that it’s hard to lift,

Wrap it in paper, stick it with a bow,secret-santa-gifts

Under the tree is where it should go.

On Christmas day, I’ll grab it up quick,

And tear open the package with just a flick,

Revealing the gift that’s hidden inside,

“Just what I wanted!” knowing I lied.

And just remember this part, don’t forget,

We all agreed on a boundary, preset,

You can’t spend more than the ten-dollar limit,

Ok, fine, spend twenty, just never admit.


Hidden Pain

I don’t know who I am anymore,

the mirror lies to me when I look

I don’t know who I am anymore

My innocence the world took,

Huddled in a ball on the floor,

Knees pulled tightly to me,

Huddled in a ball on the floor,

Screaming out “Just let me be.”

I don’t know who I am anymore,

The masks are stripped away,

I don’t know who I am anymore,

There is nothing left to say.

Putting it Off…

There’s work to be done,

I’m very sure of that,

As I take off my coat and hang up my hat.

I sit at my desk,

I straighten my tie,

I stare at the screen and ask myself ‘Why?’

Why did I put it off,

Adding more for today?

Procrastination always gets in the way.

I don’t think I’ll finish,

Or meet my deadlines,

The boss will surely yell, the blame is all mine.

I hang my head low,

Put my palms to my face,

And pray a silent prayer and beg for some grace.

Taking a deep breath,

And holding it in.

I grab hold of my work and just… dive in.

Wrong, Right or Hurt

I don’t like being wrong,

But it hurts more to be right.

So I lie about how I feel,

As I hold you through the night.

I don’t like being right,

Knowing it hurts you to be wrong,

So I lie about what’s real,

That you can remain strong.

I don’t like being hurt,

As if right and wrong are things,

Somehow that’s become our deal,

Ever since we put on our rings.