I need something else.
I long to love myself.
Something else might
strip away the pain
that remains. I long
for something else.
All in good time. Line
by line, a dark pen
writes the brightest
rhymes. I will be fine.
For now, something
else waits for some-
one else. I see things
come and go. I want
my love to grow into
something you know –
something else, maybe?
Tag: directions
Refugee Road
Now introducing my 8th self-published chapbook, Refugee Road. This marks the 4th and final chapbook in the Driveway Journals collection. This chapbook explores the theme of finding your own way. In life, we are often presented challenges and choices that take us to unknown destinations. I try to chronicle some poems that tell a story of hope. We never know if we are headed in the right direction, but we do know that we are still walking forward. Enjoy the chapbook and allow it to aid you on your own journey. Off-road or on, keep finding your way, even if it is on Refugee Road.
Detour
Full speed straight ahead
Going faster and faster
With worries to shed
And skills to master.
Times accelerates fast
And can be unfair
While erasing the past
That many have shared.
The road is straight
For many blurry days.
Faster, full speed ahead
No need to change ways.
STOP
DETOUR
You fell asleep for a moment
Waking up on a different road
Forgetting your days spent
With no experiences to show.
The Search
The search is synonymous with Chase
Walking but in a general direction
Hoping to land in a comfortable place
Waking up with zero recollection
Moving forward seems endless on straight paths
Drowning in voices that control moves
Turning the wrong way ends in laughs
Being silent in the world leaves empty tombs
Walking alone may create perspective
Toxins fill the airwaves everyday
Polluting whats considered our representative
Every shut door after the first is not play
But what we find at the end is subjective
What happens after is consistent
Being pleased with finding breaths is objective
Life happens and leaving one day is permanent.