Always Gold

think in meme
Barrier maze vs. Barrier maze
light in the evening sky
Elevators in a dream
bridges in the sky
nostalgia is heartbreak
Clutch Culture
what did they know, and when did they know it
can’t feel loneliness, for a stranger

I don’t mind the cloudy sky
old memories, young person
happier vs. happiest
King Solomon knew the future – and the past
live your life, walking backward
you will be what you always were
secret relationships don’t last
being in love isn’t like being a fan
felt a definite feeling

someone knew; they all knew
Solomon saw the past and the future
right at the moment of daybreak
heartbroken for a time that is gone
the one with the unrequited love
need is the beginning of trust
Two parallel routes
finally, honest with yourself
Why I had to let you go

To know that it meant something
render a feeling
sentiments of the past
get up to see the sunrise
once you see things differently
something you have to give up
a secret is the beginning of doubt
who knew before and who knew after
they were waiting for the Answer

the battle against insignificance
own your feelings
We’re human because we have history
the brightest point in the universe

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/22/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved.

Leftover Resonance


The rain splattered on the leaves, rolling off them. The ground was saturated, the tree trunks soaked.

Alli lay on the bedspread and stared up at the ceiling. A familiar room. A solution to so many wants.

“I’ve wanted you to come over and watch a movie, for the longest time,” Jan was saying. Her voice seemed to come from far away, from deep underwater – from an ancient, sandy ocean floor.

“Do you ever think you could leave her?” Jan lit a cigarette. Menthol smoke filled the air. Alli breathed it in and glanced at Jan.

“Do you think you could ever love me again?” A voice in the darkness, “You don’t seem to love Ran.”

Alli did not trust herself to speak. Instead, she looked out the window, at the endless lines of water running down the oaks, in the summer night.

She didn’t say anything. She turned around and slowly re-crossed her arms. At this moment in time. At this juncture, at this crossroads, Alli wanted to reserve judgement.

Jan ground out the cigarette in the ashtray on the dresser and turned her full attention back to the TV. A nightingale sang, unperturbed by the downpour.



“No More Tears Left to Cry” – Ariana Grande

“Love on the Brain” – Rihanna

“November Rain” – Guns N’ Roses

“Purple Rain” – Prince