Category Archives: Poetry

Misplaced Missives #189 – INK – JG


There’s ink bleeding into the water.
What was once clean and pure,
Is now poisoned with words,
Dripping off pages never read;
Made venomous by things never said.
Unreciprocated, unsent, made bitter by regret;
Can’t see the bottom; can’t see the end. Continue reading Misplaced Missives #189 – INK – JG

Of Acceptance and Beauty

So this was initially posted on another blog that has since gone under =P  I don’t have the image that inspired it, but I like to think the poem stands on its own. Hopefully. You decide:
Such elegant beauty in the destruction.
There’s a cleanness, a clearness that only comes from the cutting away of the casual, Continue reading Of Acceptance and Beauty

Night Walks As A Woman – JG

I heard about a shooting the other night.

I was walking my dog after a long shift at work, torn between wishing she would just do her business so we could go home and enjoying the quiet that only seems possible after the sun has long ago set. A couple blocks down, two of my neighbors were likewise savoring the peace from the comfort of their front porch. Having a dog means getting to know everybody who lives within casual walking distance, so I waved hello. I’ll refrain from using names, and stick to genders – they’re a married couple, husband and wife. He’s a quiet fellow but she’s pretty talkative, so naturally she’s the one that mentioned the shooting to me.

Continue reading Night Walks As A Woman – JG

Misplaced Missives #83 – Plastic Confessions

Heartfelt confession of crime so sinful,
God turns away in disgust.
Whose only victim: the criminal,
Would be better off if they never trust
Another enough to voice the words of guilt.
Words sure to be met with hatred built
On lies; despised because of natural inclination. Continue reading Misplaced Missives #83 – Plastic Confessions

Just Like The Stars – JG

Sometimes, when out late at night, I stare straight up into the sky – The bass heavy music wired directly into my ears momentarily receding, no longer providing its intended distraction from thinking, from being, from feeling. I look up beyond the ambient light. Beyond what man has built, to what has always been, but won’t always be. Sometimes it feels like I’m holding on to something already gone, but I know I’m wrong.

Just like the stars above,
this something was never in my grasp.
Just like the stars, shining in the now,
but really only from the past. Continue reading Just Like The Stars – JG