Category: Poetry

  • Save Me

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    Happiness by proxy is not enough; I pray something within me will save me, Like the fountain of my soul becoming self-contained So I’ll always be replenished, As if to say, I know I am enough. -k.r.r.

  • Foul

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    My mistakes have free rein in the pastures of my mind, Grazing on the grasses of my subconscious; Their excrement becoming thought, Putrid and unwelcome. -k.r.r.

  • On The Foolishness of Regret

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    If I loved myself, I would not know regret For I must embrace my own grace And learn to pardon my own mistakes As I would toward the one I loved. -k.r.r.

  • Flash Flood

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    A face full of rain Potential left diluted Steps become vapor Or consumed by the torrents White flash in your heart A deluge of emotions All swept by the storm -k.r.r.

  • An Artist’s Folly

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    Cease To do what the artist does Self-defeating, self-glamorizing, self-regarding As if you ought to pay attention To the mockery of man. -k.r.r.

  • Enough, Enough, Enough

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    I don’t have enough to say,But I have no excuses to give you;I only have my words,So in spite of that, I will become your literature.From little moments, I pilfer tiny sparksWhose lives fluctuate from a breath to noneBut I’ll tend to them,Express things that’ll outlast a legacy.These are just words to you,(I hope I’m…

  • Beyond Me

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    Look at me and don’t look past me. I need your eyes To interlock with mine Like two galaxies colliding, Twin spirals merging into one. You can take all my stars, I’ve had my share. -k.r.r.

  • Cease Wonder Reduction

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    I tire of being a reductionist. Everything has become a wonder to me, So much so Every sunset has become an explosion of orange and pink And the imagined sunset an even greater burst of color. -k.r.r.

  • Tears

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    I feel like tears Gently gracing your cheek And falling into impermanence, But I always come back; Rather, I’ve always been here. -k.r.r.

  • Impressions

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    I was indelibly touched by you. Your fingertips are engraved so deeply in me, your impression persists as part of my soul. The moments we shared have shaped me; you have changed me. There is an impression of you in everything I do. -k.r.r.