King of my own Mind

To struggle through life,And be king of my own mind,Just to wake, again.

Quiet

It's so quiet now,Between the space of heartbeats,Growing ever longer.

Listless

On some listless days,Between the sound of my sighs,I just cannot write.

Faithless

Faithless though I am,I am devoted to Her:My cruel, heartless Muse.

runner’s regret

I regret running,Trying to catch up to you,The me of the past.

allergies

I sneeze and sniffle,But summer mornings this lovely,Are worth the trouble.

worthless words

Speaking of monstrous:Nothing is less than worthless,Than nothing at all.

in bed, again

I'm a little tired,Like sleep sapped away my soul,So back to it, then.

Winter Struggles

Winter clings to Time,Spring mud scattered in her wake,She melts, yet remains. Warm sun on my back,I’m filled with bitter respect,This perseverance.

Heart. Attacked.

Timing is sublime,Rhythm off, growing hotter,Watching her lips smile,Hands touch, a muted laugh shared,And it all ends with a pop. I am so sleepy.A heavy heart drags me down.At least it's warm, here.