Category Archives: love

“It’s fine.”

Howdy folks. Got a poem today about what it feels like to date in Gen Z, my own personal generation and hell. I hope you all like it, and maybe I even hope it’ll bring you a little closure in your experiences. Love you. Without further ado…

“It’s fine.”

Every spoken and unspoken word,

every gentle touch and little kindness,

every metered care and filtered love,

sinks below the line of,

“It’s fine.”

~

I felt a cool breeze through the window,

fingers gently pushing through my hair;

it was the first time in a long time,

but the wind changes.

I suppose, “it’s fine.”

~

I thought to myself for a moment

that perhaps life was all fine,

that this time it worked in favor of mine.

In the end, I suppose, 

“it’s fine.”

~

Never been so wrong before,

never been so cared for,

was I just alone at the end of the world,

searching for a lonely pearl?

Dramatic again, really, “it’s fine.”

~

Every gaze into the depth of your eyes,

the aching of a thousand lies,

I hoped for deeper depth ties

but truth above all,

and in the end, “it’s fine.”

~

Broken by the back of a coward,

so many somethings about the first time you cowered,

the first time we showered,

all of it ends in something so dour,

and all I can say is just:

~

“It’s fine.”

The Colors of My Dreams

Hey folks. New poem out here that I think everybody might like. Without further ado…

The Colors of My Dreams

Raindrops fall on an old and blackened bench

while purple twilight surrounds a rain-soaked plaza, awash in its prismatic violets.

The soft patter of rain against the quiet brown of my hat

calms me in the face of unrest;

here she walks beside me.

~

She runs in sequins before me

through the forest and up the road,

golden hair whirling and wafting like wispy smoke 

that carries warm auburns and rosy cerises

through the greenest of summer’s leaves.

~

Her face alight in cerulean blue

and infusing white

that brought to bear

those swirling rings of sage and amber,

looking back in all their candor

affixed and filled with all their splendor. 

~

Afeared and alone,

the drip, drip, dripping of golden ichor on the stones,

amidst silver ash and crimson fire,

an ascent to the top of an onyx spire.

~

I awake in your arms again.

April, May, June, and July

Hey folks, been a minute on the website. Hope everybody who tunes in is doing well. I have the highest hopes for you all. Here’s a little one about my life. Anybody think they can decipher it? Without further ado…

April, May, June, and July

Asked if I am ready,

again,

I answered, “Yes.”

It’s almost time I’d be my best.

~

I felt the pull of a thousand worlds,

unfurled,

as I watched her dress’s frills

make those thousand twirls.

~

Lost in the webbed clutches of mirth,

I’d ponder myself the worth

of all those things upon the Earth.

~

However then,

did I find

myself in such a bind,

to be so unequivocally blind

as I felt the rush and lost my mind.

~

Ideally,

I would aim to be

tending to a sweeter kind,

yet in my fascinating lies,

were threads of fate

cut again before my eyes.

~

Feeling then,

and feeling now,

the difference in a simple, “How?”

Una Mañana Linda

Hey folks, new poem out. Just a short one today. It’s kinda sweet, so a little bit of a change up for me. Hope you like it. Without further ado…

Una Mañana Linda

I asked you softly 

just to love me

and wondered then

if you’d know me.

~

I asked you softly 

just to touch me

and wandered then

around the bend.

~

Turning a corner

to brick and to mortar,

I wondered then

if you could see me.

~

In that gentle evening light I saw

a smile so wide

that morning called.

~

Suppose I wondered then,

if you would softly love me.

~

¿Pues?

And So I Watched The Stars Go Out

Hey folks, got a longer piece for you here. I’ve been posting more to my substack, so check that out if you wanna. Some reposts of older stuff and such. Trying to get to 50 subs! Looking good so far. I’ll leave a link here: Substack. Without further ado…

And So I Watched The Stars Go Out

I thought myself at once some forlorn Knight Errant, one whose dreams of far-flung places and ancient treasures were lost to the excruciating romance of being just above mediocrity. I believed for so long in a world driven by the fantasy of it all, lost in my own and others’ designs. I flailed at the thought of never living, and found myself destroyed more-so by the idea of an un-living and inevitable death.

Where then was the adventure that my child mind had promised me? Where then were the lands of green and gold, lands untouched and unbound by those now-thoughts of index funds, and taxes, and real, unreal relationships. I am burdened by these thoughts of unbidden uncertainty that cloud my mind and keep me from my place among the stars. 

Do you feel now that we as a generation are less strong, less capable? Am I lost because I am weak? Uncertain and unclear because I am less resilient? Is not the world harder to be a part of than it ever was in times before?

I find myself drifting in and out of sleep. I wish for a world where things are not easy, but more possible. I wish not to face the accumulation of decades of falsehoods and failures that came before and instead be evaluated by the strength of my character, and boldness of my intellect. I dreamt once of a world that was governed by laws and dreams alike, a world my parents told me was and could be.

That world seems to have gone, forever changed into the nightmare of now. I wish not for the same, but better and evermore, forevermore. I wished upon a star that came, asking after a life they said would come.

And so I watched the stars go out, one little twinkle, and then another…