the angles vary, but our perspective seldom does.

worn by time. these stubborn masks rarely change.

betrayed by memory. we undo the threads.

sold to strangers. by our own insecurities.

the winter arrives too slowly and stays too long.

because the cold is irrevocably a component of our lives.

we're only young for a moment.

and then everything else occurs.

we're only puppets on loose strings.

imagining we can dance.


Filed under: Sad Poems January 2025

the end of the world comes and goes. so many tiny knots along a endless rope. 

random touches wander all the little mazes that populate our skin. 

while we choke on the stray words that get caught in our throats. 

life is a series of corners. each one sharper than the last. 

we are a catastrophe of choices. unfolding our paper cups. 

desperate to catch a few raindrops before our vessel dissolves. 

slowly dying of thirst in a sea of water.  

time waits for us at the edge of our grief. eager to ask a simple question. 

how far are we willing to fall. 


Filed under: January 2025 Sad Poetry

the little buttons lose their edges over time.

until there's no closing those openings ever again.

long roads impel us to chase them. muted by a distance that chokes.

the search is imperative. anything we might find already spent. 

we shuffle the colors. until everything is grey.

tugging on the zippers that keep these faces where we want them.

arrogantly daring everything to change.

tomorrow slips out of its fancy dress.

a trembling virgin violated under the guise expectation.

we remain at the party. playing its nefarious games.

throwing our stones at the ceiling.

shocked when the roof collapses. 


Filed under: January 2025 Sad Poetry