A Lover’s Bond

What does it mean to be someone’s lover? To truly love someone. To be inside of that person both mentally and emotionally. The physical aspect is obvious. But, how do you establish a bond beyond the physical—into the ethereal. It sounds fictional. But, I thought about what it means to be a lover while sitting in my cubicle at work today. I though about my fiancé; how I kissed her goodbye this morning, how I sent her texts throughout the day, or how after arriving back home I listened to how her day went. I do these things instinctively. Not…

Homecoming

So, I’m going to become a father. I’m not really sure what that means. But, I guess I will find out in the coming months. I’ve thought really hard about what I wanted to say before I said it. I wanted everyone to see that I’m a really good writer; that I’m gifted. The truth is….I don’t know that—the same way I don’t know whether or not I will be a good father. All I can do is try my best at it. In six months life will no longer be the same. In six months, he or she will…

Minute Fifteen

There is no time like today Dreams of tomorrow that will never come Yesterday, full of regret; that day is done Time is acting without delay   Never enough time is same As forever having time until never The clock of paralysis—so, clever Numb is day that almost came   A minute stolen; a minute per token The hand stops at quarter of day Hungry is the man who must pay An hour glass, now, broken   In fifteen minutes A symphony I can write Paint the sky a hue of red bright In fifteen minutes   The world would…

Machine Parts

The world turns, and I—left a witness. A drone disconnected from the hive; lost, and yet…whole simultaneously. The machines circle around like orbital lights. A glimpse of eternity in that night. Too quick, only entrails remain in sight. I am not afraid. Yet, I reluctantly still; observing time through a glass sphere. A world full of apparitions, and I a lonely reflection of the whole. The turn of the wheel is so precise—its mechanical. Parts moving to the order of things like mindless parts. The wheel turns. Tick-tock, tick-tock—the sound of moving parts. Their turning more alien than the lonely…

Moonlight Watch

He sets his knife down on a rock where I can see it. I focus on the blade; a Special Ops M9 Bayonet similar to my own—strapped to my left ankle. Our eyes connect under the full moon of the Syrian desert. It’s a stalemate between his cold stare and my apprehension. “David…we have to complete the mission.” He steps back from the seven-inch blade. “If you don’t pick up the knife I will.” “And if I don’t? Then, what? You’ll kill me out here in the desert,” I instigated. I just need a few more minutes. The radio was…

Goodbye Letter

The pen dances to the beat of my heart I worry you can’t read this Scribble; written in the dark I want you to understand why—why this   Before you I was me—broken Pieces discarded into the thinness of air Another man’s lure of promises; stolen As if he didn’t even care   Black and blues almost every day Myself I blamed; Instead of hating him Whatever the reason—we seem to stay Even though a future seems vague and dim   When someone breaks your heart—it hurts A dozen million pieces aren’t the same What he did; it was worse…