No Longer Mine

There sure are alot of cars
I don’t remember that there
This place looks so different
I wonder why I care

I left so long ago
It’s been forever since then
I haven’t driven this stretch
Since I can’t remember when

The people look so different
There’s a foreign feel to the air
There’s no more sense of belonging
It almost seems unfair

Someone stole my childhood
The place of my happy youth
My place of safe boundaries
My world of truth

I drove by my house today
It looks so different now
I sat in my car in front of it
And felt so lost somehow

Through that window was my room
The other my brother’s
Then I moved down the hall
Closer to my mother and father’s

I looked with x-ray eyes
And I saw the narrow hallway
Leading to the living room
Where my brother and I used to play

I saw myself at the old computer
And on the couch watching t.v.
And under the dining table on the phone
Oh life then was truly easy

The backyard
The tree
The fence
The bees

The dirt
The clothesline
The garage door
The neighborhood feline

I saw it all
And then no more
And I drove away


Just A Little Rain

Photo by Alicia Ann @

And the days aren’t always sunny

because we all need a little rain

to wash the mudstreaks from our face

and alleviate the pain

it gives a chance for us to cry

without anyone noticing

tears rush out like rain drops

and join the chorus of water falling

our vision becomes a blur

and we feel stuck in a mud flow

but then we remember

rain makes the flowers grow

it’s just a little rain

this is not the end

hold your head up high

spring will come again.

A Hero and A Villain

I wrote this poem as a freshman in college (forgive the amateur-ness).
But I can definitely imagine myself again – looking through that window…

Save Me

I was looking out the window last night
and it’s amazing what you can see
I watched the sun set behind the hills
and I realized I wasn’t free

The sun said goodbye to me
and the moon said hello
But the clouds covered up the moon
and the stars lost their glow

Without the stars to wish upon
and no moon to talk to
I was by myself and trapped
behind a window to look through

I could not escape from this predicament
and it was worthless to even try
An unknown boundary held me in
and it forbade me to cry

Why didn’t my hero saved me
from this villain called “I”
I must really be a hopeless case
Used by love, left to die.

I really don’t mean to be dramatic and tragic all the time. It just sorta fits with the poems I write. I don’t know why it’s easy for me to poems with sad themes. Hmmm. Kinda does make me wonder…

Just A Collection

Why is it so much easier to write about sadness and love? I’m perfectly happy in my marriage.

Maybe it’s because I can imagine what it might be like to lose what I have?

Or have I felt these things before, but didn’t recognize them?

Ah, love. So mysterious!


Four walls and a door
that’s always closed

Traps suffocating air
that’s gray and blue

A cold, lonely bed
of wishes and tears

Portraits which whisper
bittersweet memories

A room that collects
broken dreams