Submissions by Rodney_Simpson

Late last night my soul was disturbed. I was tensed and uncomfortable.
I left our bed and sluggishly entered our bathroom.
Leaning over the porcelain basin I lifted my head and looked at myself in the
Mirror.

“where are you?” I wanted to ask, but just how ridiculous would I look talking
To myself? Instead, I looked deeply into my own eyes and tried to find the boy I
Once was. Strangely I think he was looking back…I looked deeper and surely enough
There he was trying to see the man he would one day become.

I’d love to say I have no regrets,...

My lids, they rise yet grainy pains of sand fill my eyes
My head heavy my lips dry my brain a pendulum of aching cries,
I’m not hung over, for I do not drink,
I am so puzzled, yet I do not think.

I cannot withstand a barrage of fists and slap of palms,
Yet I speak not of physical wounds, nor of bodily harms,
But of a hurt in a tender soul,
Where when put together we’re still not whole,
Where our 1 plus 1 is not equal to 2…
Where you’re meant for me yet I’m not meant for you.

Reality an avalanche I cannot outrun,
So I bury my...

I have this companion, who never leaves my side,
A companion who kindly shares and has nothing to hide,
I have a darkened soulmate that will be here to the end
I call this shady character, misery my friend.

Misery knocked on my door one day,
I invited her into my home,
And she’s been here ever since,
She won’t leave me alone,

I’ve begged and pleaded for her to go,
To finally take her leave,
Yet she just laughs and giggles and grins,
What a wicked web she weaves,

Now I’m to blame for asking her to come into my life, ...

(It’s all in the fluidity of milky translucent truth.)

Nothing is as it seems.
A light envelopes yet travels in beams!

Sounds drown out and so they travel in waves,
Bishops take pawns yet pawns they take knaves,

The queen rules the board the king just an aid,
But left with a king the conquest is made.

So pawns they are murdered just on a whim
But Without any army the winning is slim

So count friends you have and always make more,
Because someday the enemy will knock on the door,

It might pull you out by...