May 16th, 2005
This is my story
Before I fell
My whole life was
A living hell
But unlike them
You were kind
At the end of the rainbow
I did find
No not gold
No not light
Only you
In my sight
Story
Same Puzzle, Different Box
August 17th, 2025
Staying in your life felt like solving a puzzle
When none of the pieces seem to fit
The shape appears to match without lining up
And I’m stubborn so it takes a lot for me to quit
The puzzle was hindering as the years passed by
But I was determined for so long to make it work
Now the puzzle sits like a story on my shelf
Because I was the only one doing the legwork
Note: This was actually the last poem that I finished this year. I’ve started many, and I will post later next year once they’re complete. For now, I’m going to pause while I draft my yearly recap and then dig through my old poems to continue sharing things I wrote in the past. I hope you all have a great New Year!
Two Dead Lovers
June 3rd, 2025
One good day
Couldn’t last until night
A dead relationship
Gave up the fight
Backs to each other
They grew apart
Took a sword
Through each other’s heart
And no police man
Could stop the crime
There were no arrests
And no facing time
If you can’t believe
This story is true
Know it wasn’t about me
I wrote this for you
Note: The start of this year I was working on self discovery and healing from the past. I’ve been writing for twenty-five years, and I was thinking about what attracted me to poetry. The two poems I memorized in my childhood were the poem in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, and one that has many variations that have been used with no known author. This version of the poem is what was in my head while I wrote this:
One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise
Ran over there and shot those boys
If you don’t believe my lie is true
Ask the blind man, he saw it too