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Secret Routes & Reasons


Secret Routes & Reasons

She had often found herself
In these dead-end places
With no way to ever return
To reclaim what had passed

Sacrificing herself repeatedly
Giving away large portions
With unrequited dedication
On other people’s behalf Continue reading “Secret Routes & Reasons”


How To Feel


How To Feel

She had never imagined
That he would say such things
And in the moment, she froze
Mouth agape without realizing

She could not even speak
He’d stated the painful truth
That had over some time
Begin to bear its secret fruit Continue reading “How To Feel”

Beyond Broken

john monks

Beyond Broken

It felt so familiar
Standing in the foyer
Looking at the oval mirror
Which was no longer there.

Walking down the passage
Stopping at the bookshelf
Searching for a message
To reinforce the sense of self Continue reading “Beyond Broken”

The Best Of Themselves 

​The Best Of Themselves 
His attachment to her
Was rather unexpected 

Even she was shocked

At how they connected

He would often wonder 

What if she’d not decided

That it all meant too much 

For either of them to hide it

What then could become 

Of their intimate feelings

Had their union not ensured

Their lives filled with meaning

Both often wondering why

It took them so long to meet

Being so very compatible 

Each other now felt complete

Her commitment to him

Was focused and intense

And what they chose to share

Was the best of themselves 

Once fragile hearts fused

Locked in love together 

Energized in each moment 

Until the very last forever
Ria 2017


He was bending over
Staring at the floor tiles

Dizzy and a bit nauseous 

After running for miles 

Every day at the gym

Was a race in his mind 

That he could never win

No matter how he tried 

For years he’d worked out

But the reasons changed 

When life had transitioned 

Through a difficult phase

Since then what chased him

Was difficult to fully define 

But had come way too close

And felt like a painful reminder 

When the room stop spinning 

He stood upright and sighed 

Feeling the dreadful weight 

Of what inside him had died

Memories linked in chains

That he’d been trying to escape 

Mostly the repercussions from

Old heartbreak and mistakes 
Ria 2017

The Empty Spaces

​The Empty Spaces
Hardly any had remained 

When all was said and done

But for the relevant parts

Everything else was gone

The feeling of such a loss

Had made it much more real

And bring to the forefront 

Issue that time couldn’t heal

What had been left behind 

Would not be taken for granted 

Regardless of all the regrets

And other areas left wanting 

Sometimes only the pain

Seem to fill the empty spaces 

Leaving no means or room

For a pleasant replacement 

As for the gaping wounds

Which time brought no closure

Emitted a variety of odors

Requiring air and exposure

The main difference now

Was that changes would come

And begin the painful process 

Until the healing was done
Ria 2017

Broken Vows

​Broken Vows
How he had even survived 
Before this whole thing began

Hoping to eventually forget

What had gone so wrong 

They had first met that day

In the big back parking lot 

And what had started then

Neither of them could stop

There is something strange 

About the intensity of attraction 

When so intently focused

Without any possible distractions 

On their  weekends together 

Neither came up for air

As each flooded the other 

With the nectar of love affairs 

Resting for another round

The no disturb sign hanging

Their giggling masked the sound 

Of his wife quietly entering 

She spoke directly to him

And spat expletives at her 

Screaming for the most part

That she’d make them suffer

He advised her to go home

And stop putting on a show 

With this absurd behavior 

He thought she’d outgrown 

His wife knew it all began

After she’d broken their vows

And how he reacted to it

Was outside her of powers

How she felt about his lover

Was clear in her pained face

Seeing him so in love again 

Meant she had been replaced. 
Ria 2017

Every Ounce

​Every Ounce
While life kept pushing 
All her efforts into a corner

Knowing full well it made

Any possible progress harder

Thought she’d found a way 

Around the discouragement 

It would require every ounce

Of her strength and consistence

She had become accustomed 

To persevering under pressure 

After developing a clear vision 

And route to her true treasures 

No amount of the deterrents

Could ever again afflict her mind

To forget the manifest destiny 

To which her heart was inclined 

Life had a special way of taking 

Sharp curves and narrow ways

But she remained very focused

Regardless of discouraging delays. 

She had seen the detailed future

That her actions would create

And accepted that her decisions

Made her master of her fate 

Ria 2017


He was never the one

To be sorry for himself

As the pressure rose

Thoughts got more intense

Wasting not one moment 

Wallowing in self pity

Since engaging his brain

Sorted through complexity 

There were some solutions 

Which don’t come to mind

Before thorough thinking

Over what is to be redefined

Then with focused intentions 

On what’s to be accomplished 

The route to the actual goal

Is then thoroughly established 

Having never been the type

To accept sympathetic gestures

When finding suitable resolutions 

Gave him so much more pleasure 

The effects of his diligence

And his unwavering fate

Strengthens the foundation 

Beneath the greatness he creates
Ria 2017

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