I wandered lonely as a rose by Autumn's gate
as I lay there in still repose, petals strewn      
I fell apart like dessert moon;
The scent that once perfumed my reign
were mellowed by September's rain
I drifted distant in the woods.
All my husks fell to the soil
each petal dried right where it stood    
No gardener's hand of hue embroiled
that filament that quivered slow  
like dying embers of nights glow
Shambled, windblown as the wind
beneath the last of summer's ray
regretfully I did rescind
As summer lost her fired splay
I wandered,
Lost and alone like a rose,
until the end of summer froze.

When you walk through the streets
and a flower falls on your head
you get reminded of the picture you took
and she had a wreath in her hair
And you realize you can’t escape woman
that once shared your breath
Not even the seasons will put you to rest

You blink and you can suddenly see
The flowers have become leaves
And you’re still cursing my name
when think of me
Your mistakes will follow you
the whole year.

Cut off
Your loss

The one question
lingers in my mind,
It burns my soul deep inside…

“If I wrote you a poem
about your flames,
Will you stop
burning your fire?”

The embers from the campfire,                                                        ­                    
                                                                ­                                                        
  are like fireflies in flight                                                           ­                                 
                                                                ­                                                  
  as they escape, they burn brighter                                                         ­                                                                 ­                                  
                              ­                                                                 ­                         
 an orange star in the
night                                                            ­                            
                                    ­                                                                 ­         
Tendrils of smoke wafting in the
air,                                                             ­ 
                                                               ­                                                         
 it's in our clothes, in our hair                                                             ­             
                                                   ­                                                                 ­  
 It smells like summertime out
here,                                                            ­                  
                                                                ­                                              
  eating hotdogs & drinking beer                                                             ­ 
                                                               ­                                                 
 Turn the music way up high                                                             ­       
                                                         ­                                                                 ­  
 The moon shines so bright                                                          
                                                                ­                                                  
 The crickets are trilling all
around,                                                          ­        
                                                                ­                                                    
it's like we are in surround
sound                                                            ­          
                                                      ­                                                                 ­ 
  I love this cool summer
  night                                                         ­           
                                                     ­                                                             
  the campfire feels so nice

You say, I don't pay attention,                                                       ­                           
                                     ­                                                                 ­                    
  I say, I don't have to listen,                                                          ­                              
                                                                ­                                                        
   You say, I talk all the
time,                                                            ­                                              
                                                                ­                                              
   I say, you never pay me no mind                                                             ­        
                                                        ­                                                              
  You say, I need sometime
  alone,                                                        ­                                      
                          ­                                                                 ­                             
I say, you never call me on the phone,                                                           ­                       
                                                                ­                                                        
I say, I think we need a break,                                                           ­                     
                                           ­                                                                 ­       
   You say, I never give, I only
take,                                                            ­                      
                                          ­                                                                 ­             
I say, I'm not happy anymore,                                                         ­                   
                                             ­                                                                 ­    
You say, well, right there's the door,                                                            ­      
                                                                ­                                                        
  I say, my final good-bye,                                                        ­                          
                                      ­                                                                 ­           
You say, you never even tried

A heavy mist, a cruel, indifferent cloud
That chases off the tranquil air of peace
And chokes the sun of joy in darkened shroud.
A sickly heart summons this vapor swell
If suffering from a crack or missing piece,
By aching wounds confined to its own Hell.
Such misery I know extremely well.