His Eyes

In his eyes, the sadness lies. Is he always so down? Or is it just when I'm around? Does he always look that way? Or is it seeing me that makes his mood sway? I hate that I hurt him. The pain cuts like a knife. I never meant to be the misery in his …

I’m Sorry

I saw you in my dream last night. You smiled and held me tight. You listened to my apology. Said you understood, it was alright. But I don't think you know how bad it feels inside. To know I broke a man like you, It wasn't right, it isn't fine. I was weak and unprepared …

Coming Home

When hope is lost and stars collide. When the truth is written across the sky. When all your dreams go up in smoke. Holding back tears, you begin to choke. When flags are waving their painful, red warning. When you pray to just see one more morning. Lies and deception are all that you've known. …

A scent-sational Poem

Was it the mango temptation that caught his attention? Or was it her pure seduction that drew him in?      The sweet escape of her love spell captivated him.  He was love struck.     They indulged in strawberries and champagne during their brief, Amber romance. For him, he found, it was an endless love. K.R. JUNE 2015

Half Full/Empty

Depends on if you’re drinking it or pouring it. πŸ™‚

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I’m that glass argued about,

And what’s within or without.

My contents seem to cause a stir,

With every single him and her.


Do I appear as half empty,

Only half my contents you see?

Or am I half full of contents,

Only half of it has been spent?


If it’s empty that you witness,

Then pessimism you possess.

Through a dark prism do you see,

And you lack positivity.


But if half full you ascertain,

Then optimism you’ve obtained.

You must live with a constant smile,

Living and laughing all the while.


Yet I say that neither is true,

And that nothing is at issue.

No view of the contents I had,

Prove neither thoughts of good nor bad.


Instead if fullness you don’t see,

Why not take the time to fill me?

Half full or empty – neither is worse,

Just drink…

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He Thought of Her


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he thought of her every day

happy thoughts, memories

every single moment they

had ever shared together

none was ever forgotten

he thought of her hair –

silky, board-straight,

dark brown, almost black

he thought of her eyes –

blue-gray, flaked with

diamonds, twinkling,

ranging from coal ash,

to white the colors burned

into his memory

he thought of her laugh

the tilt of her head,

the crooked smile, the

not-so-innocent tone

in that feminine chuckle


he thought of her often

long after it was over,

she was gone, and his

time with her had ended


he thought of her no matter

the day, every day there

was time spent remembering

right up to the end


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