Poetry

the fall

The way we fell, And, oh, how fun It was to fall. I could have Fallen forever. Yet, no matter How high The descent begins, The ground, Hard and unwelcoming, Must continue to Come closer and closer.   As soon As you closed that Taxi door, I hit the ground; And I've been Trying to… Continue reading the fall

Creative Writing, Personal

sweet poison

To wonder at a potential happiness experienced at the side of a competent companion… yes, it can be beautiful and full of laughter and attraction. But to ever expect such beauty to continue after the first accounts of such joy… Ah there’s the trick; that’s the penalty, perhaps, of indulging in so much joy, is that… Continue reading sweet poison