Dating apps
From the cold phone
Snaps the attention
Of a lost soul
Looking for connection
A real life
Ressurection
But instead just brings
More of the same
Without any delay
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Coast to Coast Storms
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Storm brew
From sea to shining sea
A fallen snowflake
Soon will be
Joined with many others
Across the country
From Texas to North Dakota
New York to New Mexico
Here comes a late
Spring snow
When Silver Linings Cut
When the hope
Cuts deeper than the passing of time
The in between haunting
That will float in our minds
I will bleach my eyes
Until the white is all that is left
So that when the hope comes back
I can wrap my bandages
And walk out into the open
Street
Toxic Infinity
Where does it stop
I am sick of toxic masculinity
But by being publicly stated
I feel I am going to be castrated
To firmly believe that not all men are bad
That is with those same broad
Strokes of generalism
That humanity has done it’s most heinous work
Under such infirmity
To instruct the world to hate
With such fervent stride
So with my beliefs
By my side
Each man is different
As I want the best for my wife
My family
I hope that we can understand
The differences that make each person
Beautiful
Rather than
Hateful
Papers on the Window
Papers were taped to the window
The death of the old man
Had come with its effects
Throwing the local neighbors
In a whirlwind
But in a city
With thin walls
The calls to move on came
And heeded they were
And the world moved on
The old pizza spot
Was set to have a new dawn
Compare the Light
Compare the light
To the nighttime
Floating feelings
That I have when
Sleeping through
The morning
Noiseless Questions
Noiseless questions start with
A thought
Of interrogation
Uncertain hopes
And frustrations
So ask away
In the current state of affairs
What is yours
Could soon be theirs
Gleaned Pages
Pulled from the sources
All around my fingers
There is a place that I fall back into
A smooth character
Of flat wood
Agonizing over every detail
Holding on to a world I
Barely know
The Muddled Ask
I wasn’t quite ready
To say what I said
To ask for another portion
Of the blinking red
Light
I could have known
That my words would be
Arranged
In a strange manner
So I just packed it in
For the night
And left for bed
Electric Steer
With my hands off the wheel
Waiting room mints in my pocket
I wait as the launch goes
As quick as a rocket
From this direction
I can see a hopeful sign
Of growth
To become more fully realized
Is my hope
