A fairytale ending

When will you catch up? I gave up on you, and it felt so good to be free again Don’t believe I didn’t feel your pain your pure longing your desperation I captured it all kept it inside of me like a live photograph I understood every human bone inside that kept your black cold…

Said you missed the last train

God, it’s great to be back. My other “creative” outlets are just one night stands compared to writing and continuing 79sparrows. I have not been writing for myself or pleasure for years. I have, however, continued writing in plain language at my place of business. In my line of work, I need to be creative…

It’s been a while

You were majestic to watch, climbing out of the trenches. The battles you watched, the wars you attended. Your presence was better than modern medicine. They wait for your attendance. You wait in the bathroom, it’s not about an entrance. Rather, an escape from the confines of your own mind. Outside, the room is buzzing;…

In Memory

it’s crazy the things i think what dress should I wear ? I’ve lost my way lost my lighter it’s another day a little higher I had a choice I lost my voice I enjoy what destroys head filled up with noise Of grief and all its joys who are you anyway you take shape, in…

You’ll Find Me In the Bathroom, Gambling with Time

I hate apps The notifications The email reminders I am sick From not writing But blogging isn’t quite the same It’s tied to the instant gratification Of likes. Of stars. Of comments. I’ll write what you wanna read But I’d rather Write the book I wanna read On the other hand I want to connect…

July 16 Love Song

  I don’t sweat, I glisten I didn’t change, I evolved & u didn’t Move like a trajectory packed; stacked memorex memories watch from the balcony the stars in my galaxy & I’m feeling so extraordinary Shooting past the ordinaries  

The Bridge

Originally posted on 79 Sparrows:
the bridge over the bridge, i met with an old acquaintance, discussed big ideas and she smiled and told me things were looking up.  I left her office,  crossed the street, and stood alone in front of a breakfast cafe.   Such a simple little town, spring whispered in the morning chill, I felt you from my…