Redrawing My Own Figure

Redrawing my own figureA new shape by the point of my penShading away the obvious flawsPerhaps I’ll be good enough thenTrying not to carry any burdensCheck out my new roguish stanceI’m cut from a cooler cloth nowPerhaps I’ll finally have a chance

You Have Your Notions Of Me

You have your notions of meWhether it’s my rugged good looksOr I’m a notorious scalawagThough, I’m neither a hero nor a crook I’m not a man of much persuasionNor am I a wild west outlawI choose to wear the eyepatchBut I’m more of a gentleman with flaws I write fast & love slowWithout a care

Imperial City Coins Clink In Your Pocket

Imperial city coins clink in your pocket Orwellian flaws litter winter’s landscape Thick fisherman’s sweater to fight the cold Feigning steps upon the tragic lady’s cape Black soot marring the evening sky Told her you were king of Earth, not the salt Misdirection will only get you so far in life Lies & deception will

Perfection Laid Out On Satin Sheets

Perfection laid out on satin sheets Beauty dripping away piece by piece Every dream slipped right through Life & loss masked by laughing creases He said you were everything he desired Burning deep in his soul, but you refused Moving too fast to stop & notice him Yet you cry foul, saying you were abused

I’m Not Anywhere Near Perfect

I’m not anywhere near perfect Contrary to your fictitious notions Examining me through a skewed lens Though I’ve been cleansed by the ocean I’m not what you think you want Flawed in all the wrong places Underlining fragility & a fractured soul But you’re still focused on the pretty faces I can’t explain all the

Searching Cavernous Souls

Searching cavernous souls Racking what I might believe Splitting hairs of fragrant Ideas wandering down my sleeve But I’m not more righteous Than the boys down on the beat I’m flawed, sensitive – prone to anger Stuck in a commuting rut; weakly on repeat There’s quiet secret I might contain Love & passion bubbling just

Jodi Picoult

“You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.” ― Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper