Sunset on the Emerald Isle

Sunset on the Emerald Isle

I sat beneath a mahogany coffee table,

Wading through seas of optimistic verse

Scratched on lcd parchment with digital ink.

Longing for a smoke break (I don’t smoke),

I propelled my prose temporarily out of my

Thoughts and let my wearily eager fingers

Flutter through my Google homepage,

Where I gawked at headlines on the virtual

Newsstands, hoping for an eye-catcher

Distraction to cleanse my mental palate,

But I found a blue, pixelated jaw-dropper

To leave a Duracell aftertaste in my mouth.

Gone, you are, like a broken universe-cog;

Tooth-cracked and discarded from the whole,

While the wheels turn resolutely onward.

Steady clock ticks reverberated throughout

The empty room as I had absorbed every

Bitter drop of unwelcome news, forcing

My disconcerted mind to wander miles away,

To the quiet cascades of leafy imagination

Guidebooks stacked upon my dusty shelves.

I remembered your earthen tomes of tempered

Scribbling that painted masterful portraits

Of the lush emerald home I’d never known.

I longed to reach out and find your words,

But your books slept lazily beyond my grasp,

Oblivious to your permanent departure,

And my only form of commiseration came

There, at the mahogany coffee table,

When I dove back into my ocean of work,

To bravely shoulder your abandoned flag;

To observe the world through your eyes

And shine your influence beyond your days.

Existentialism

Existentialism

Jaded cynics

Only notice

The miniscule world.

Starry-eyed dreamers

Embrace

The infinite universe.

The Invisible Man

The Invisible Man

Going through life as a shadow,

Forever alone in the crowd,

The invisible man dared not

Lose himself to naïve hope

In fragile matters of romance.

Yet the universe intervened

And against his better judgment,

The invisible man fell in love,

Roseately offering his lucent

Heart to an entrancing goddess.

Her coffee-hued eyes sparkled

And her bubble gum smile

Left his disused soul shivering

As her sweetly scented words

Softly floated through the air.

But he had miscalculated;

Thought her the person who’d

Finally seen him through the mist,

But he was nothing, to her,

Except a phantom in the room.

The invisible man retreated

Drifting back within the shadows

Hiding again amongst the crowd

Where nobody would see him

And love could never ruin him.

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She sits by the windowsill,

Watching the water drops

Pool in the place

Where his footsteps last fell;

Gazing intently at memories

Drifting through cracks in the trees…

Never come home,

Oh he’ll never come home,

The tears drown her eyes

Since he left her alone;

He went off to fight in the war

Leaving more

Than his wife at the door;

Left his life on the empty shores.

Days spent…

Crying…

Lost to the dark

Of her own broken heart;

Heavy breaths;

Lightheaded groans

As she moans

“Why’d you leave me alone?”

Flips through the channels,

Looking for nothing,

Lands on the tracks

Of a slow funeral train;

Swallowed by black and by gray

On the cold, cloudy day

As she follows

The somber parade.

Walking down monochrome streets,

She is constantly greeted

With staring and pointing;

The chatter of birds;

Hears their words

And keeps walking on by

With her hands in her pockets

And face to the sky.

Nights spent…

Dying…

Grasping at chains

While they ring with his name;

Breathless sobs,

Unbearable groans

While she moans

“Please don’t leave me alone.”

“Please don’t go,”

She cries in her home, all alone…

“Please don’t go,”

She cries, all alone…

So alone…