thinking i was
only defined by my mistakes,
i forgot to connect the dots
that draw the dawn
and end the night.
AVP
old
its harder now
to turn the pages of my life,
but there’s a flicker of hope
from shadows holding on to a hotel light
that give me peace on these empty roads.
it’s the possibility,
that love,
may still be more than
an old book in this cold room.
AVP
dice
dirty love,
a roll of the dice,
a clean shirt on
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really
they built flimsy walls
with cardboard boxes
filled with half of what they felt,
in hopes of protecting
all they really wanted.
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fumble
walking over chalk drawn sidewalks,
he fumbled through my pockets of
hopscotch decisions looking for answers.
instead, he found handfuls of
question marks on top of his periods.
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asked
he never asked for this
as his dad mocked him on the sidewalk
talking loud and ugly without words
for his behaviors and interests,
the dad knew …
the true meaning
of what his dads gestures meant
about him were unknown at the time
but, the child knew …
so he lived a life
feeling small, ashamed, unaccepted, alone
and never good enough inside …
the gay son knew …
he never asked for this life.
AVP
robes
standing on the scaffolding
that surrounds his heart,
he paint the mistakes he made
in robes of ancient white..
wearing sneakers in the snow.
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tongue
words that bend,
promises snapped in two,
over used phrases,
words that hang over my head,
it hurts …
to bite my tongue.
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space
between the narrow space
of your arms folded across your chest,
i saw the glue and scars
on a broken heart
trying to carrying the weight
of everything
AVP
feathers
by catching feathers
that fall from broken wings,
we get to fly
AVP
Unfinished Souls 