I don’t know what the future holds –
Its mystery unfolds slow,
Each new choice leading you astray,
From the path you chose years ago,
From the ways of even yesterday.
Why is it so hard to follow your
American Dream, in the day? Continue reading Misplaced Missive #94 – Dreaming
Can it still be called
midday when I’ve just risen?
That seems dishonest.
The shining moon I howl to.
Doesn’t matter where I run,
There’s no escape,
But no love. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #86 – Moon
Burning eye through the leaves,
one last heated breath reaching
to stave off the night.
All that passion needs some release.
Unable to keep it leashed,
I submit to the will of its own making
Changing into something Continue reading Misplaced Missive #91 – Passion
When the divergent
voices of the people can
all speak, we are free.
Your trust in me
Has diminished mine in you.
You shouldn’t’ve been honest. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #76 – Truth
fickle and frantic
the flaws of ‘femininity’
you so often rage against
you hate in another
all the weaknesses
you can’t smother in yourself. Continue reading Gender Studies – A Lesson in Lessening
Long months of pouring
over listings and offers–
Sometimes, it just fits.
I’m the good kind of broken,
I’ll take your abuse,
However you choose,
Where ever you choose,
I have nothing but you
To lose. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #196 – The Good Kind