Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I can’t help but see your face looking back at me, yellowed with jaundice, Eyes puffy with lack of sleep. When you died, People worried my baby brother would follow in your footsteps, That your demeanors are the same. But I know it’s...
I’ve spent the last umpteen hours and days and months driving towards that pinprick in the horizon, that neat little microscopic point where everything comes together. … There, that “vanishing point,” that’s were everything makes sense. It’s my rainbow and I’m constantly chasing it. How am I, amateur navigator that...
I started writing more poetry during the excruciatingly late nights in the news room. While I waited for edits, I brain barfed uncensored poetry into gmail drafts and lazily sent them off to friends and critics. Some are more eloquent than others, some more passionate than others. Some rhyme, most...
Once upon a time, There was a post here. But I tread on some toes, So I had to take it down. Farewell, my first amendment freedom. … I should be a ballerina for all the dancing on eggshells I do. Sticks and stones are nothing compared to, words....
For some reason, I was writing last night and the phrase “shades of you” came to mind. I liked it, so I ran with it. Twice. … Shades of You (v.1) Shades of you, Lackluster faux-mances without the inside jokes and comfortable silences. Poor perfects don’t stand a chance against...
The last post had me searching through Lloyd’s archives at some pretty old stuff. I came across an assignment from my 10th grade humanities class. Mr. Cottrell (who is on the list of people who influenced me. He’s awesome) had us look at various styles of art… Surrealism, Dada, Futuristic.....
Here’s to you, old friend. Here’s to our mornings together Latte in hand, feet propped, reading. Here’s to my black-stained hands, my saliva fingers, Evidence of our daily love affair. Here’s to the quick, finite snip of scissors, My sad, hopeless attempt to keep you with me a little while...