Could my gaze, like His,
Reveal perfect agape?
Not yet, so I pray.

Air Has Lots of Weight

An ironic twist:

How can emptiness linger?

Can “nothing” hang on?

If it causes you...

On the other hand,
Oh wait, I almost forgot,
I chopped that one off.

Last Gasps

As winter wheezes, Coughing up last gasps of snow, Flakes melt, run away.

You don't notice at first

Slowly, we notice, They say clocks are ticking; why? They suck time like blood.

Facade

"Pray for me," he begs. Ignoring tears on his face, He whispers, "I'm fine."

So Confident

There are days I walk
Chest out, challenging you all
All bluffs: I'm nothing

Distorted Reality

Feeling echoed touch
Drifting over phantom skin
Memories fool me

Willing

I would give so much
Over and over each day,
If it would matter

Beautiful sunsets frighten me

Pretty pinks sink fast,
Replaced above by Navy.
In the east, black waits.

Questions?

When I wonder "Why?"
Often, the wrong question's asked.
The right answer? "No."

I'm so small (I tell myself, to make me feel better)

I stare at the sky
Feeling so powerless yet
Conversely, guilty

Snow-Ku

It comes from above,
Coats the ground for just a day:
Manna, for the eyes.