The Page Says "yes".

This blank page is getting me down
I’m starting to lose my calm and collected
Cool. I’m sweating in a panic
My clothes feel too tight and constricting
I might be going insane
I might be falling in love
With these words as I type them.
Are these the words and phrases that
Are going to define me?
Is this the therapy I need to move on?
I continue to ask questions to a less and less
Blank page.
Which, doesn’t help since it
Cannot answer my delusions
And cannot make me grander.
Do I put myself in these situations to
Fill up blank pages?
Am I really talking to a full page
Of my own thoughts?
The page says “yes”.

Keep The Waves At Bay

Sitting with coffee in hand
Examining the day
Feet deep in sand
Keeping the waves at bay.

Watching the sun work
It’s way through the sky
Higher and higher
As I just sit by

I listen for your foot
Steps, slow and deliberate
While I work though the root
Of what keeps the waves at bay

As I sit by
As I sit by
I keep the waves
At bay.

Scotch for Steve

I fill the glass with ice and slowly add scotch to the halfway point.
I watch the ice settle and slowly become one with the warmer liquid.
Sitting back I examine the glass at different angles,
the world becomes smaller through the glass.
It spins my vision into multi hued shards of light.
I can now let go of the day and let the night reclaim me.

Sayin' Goodbye

We made our way through the wet grass and sat down by the water.
I smiled watching the water rise higher and higher.
I felt like it would wash over me, wash me clean.
I held back my tears; you should see a stronger person than this.
The lightning illuminated the monuments and the water pulsed higher driven by sheets of rain. We sat frozen in time refusing to acknowledge its passing.
The rain fell faster and you held me close trying to quiet my shivering body, so close I thought I might break.
Looking down I could see pieces of me floating away in the turbulent waters. I knew if I tried to gather them back up I would only fall in the water and be consumed.
I let them go and held on to what was left. I knew that this night would soon be over and time can’t be held off.
Soon I’ll be looking out over another body of water.
Maybe I’ll still be thinking of you, but maybe there will be someone new beside me.