To retain that small measure of what is human I give over to pain. I let it mock me, let it gaze with cheerful leering, into the hopelessness of my outer soul. I let it feel victorious and complacent. For there is more to a soul than what lies on the surface. There is fireContinue reading “Small speck of determination”
There once was humiliation. There once was fear. There once was sarcasm, intimidation, and terrifying realizations about twisted lust. Then one day while my soul was wandering my self-worth showed up. She lifted her chin to humiliation. She bid a cheeky “Sod off” to fear. She flipped sarcasm the finger. She learned to knee intimidation.Continue reading “Learning worth, Worth learning.”
Oh Lord, to watch that face go awry as you list to one side, trying to hide the pockmarked trail of your past. There is beauty in the sighing The deep blisters that show. The melted skin turned to stone. There is beauty in the bad. Heeding whispers that say the opposite of despair, yourContinue reading “Equal foot.”
Believe in the possible. Believe in the journey the effort, the continuous attempt. To overcome To withstand To rise. There will be moments of helpless fearing, gut tearing, soul sharing. Keep going. Rise. Let faults become feats. Let setbacks become comebacks. Let tears of pain become tears of joy. Rise. Raise your face to the skyContinue reading “All Rise.”
I will stay me, thanks. I like these messy moments these mismatched socks these wooly coat covered treks into cold and rainy bus trails. I like these cash conversations that wonder at their phrasing and flick over intimate to linger slightly on whimsy. I like these K dramas laughing or hooting as the night getsContinue reading “Staying”
What’s it to you if I love you? Did I ask you to reciprocate? Ask for declarations of undying fealty? My love is my own business and I own it true I will never lie to my heart, though, I may lie to you. You do not need do anything, except leave me be. With my sighsContinue reading “Don’t mess with mama”
Oh yes, you do not know me. but you wish you did, don’t you, despite my simmering contempt? battle scars make for distrustful eyes. Come closer, if you are stupid. I am not a fan of death, but I know him by his eyelid, and I guide those unworthy, right up to his doorway… comeContinue reading “rebel”
Composed and disheveled, lines between lines, like tiny solders, in formation contemplating the horizon, new pretend battles to pursue, over powder blue blankets. Rosy cheeks, and tousled hair, a quick glance, to ensure, that no one is coming, with saltines and soup, to wreck havoc, with well-drawn controversy. Politics are no longer treated, like issuesContinue reading “War is not a game.”
My thoughts today are on the struggles suffered by children who have been abused. This is the poem that grew, from the seed of my mind, and asked to be written and placed here. Please let the blooming continue. We are not weeds. Though, our spirits are being tested. Our roots no strangers, to whatContinue reading “We are not weeds.”
Don’t fish know how to love? Is this the weapon you use, to slice open my fishbone heart, and leave me stranded, without my tail? Don’t fish deserve love? Calling me a siren, when you dash yourself upon shores, in your idle shout of false affection, leaving me to waves and watery death. Don’t fishContinue reading “Mermaid.”
Do you whistle? Let glad the hearts of angels sing? Bring joy to the table? Let tumble pleasantries, and presence? Wing words of sweet nothing, to wash away the pain? Do you sing? Raise roofs and rafters? Wash away dark and dreary? Lift weightless to shoulders? Transfer light into dark corners gathered? Do you dance?Continue reading “Time’s up!”
Watching for the next wave, to crash up on the shore, the world come falling, like a pale reminder, lost at sea. I am just a voice, one voice, that echos strongly. I will not drown, for I refuse, to let this shade, define me. In a sea of green, with committed eye, I knowContinue reading “In a sea of green”
This silent corner, where a head rests uncertain, waiting for time to find her, to show her, despite her certainty, that she is not as forgotten, as she believes herself to be. This silent corner, witness to a cutting, a bloody path of teardrops, left held in check to long, silent screams hold fury, whenContinue reading “Silent corner.”
Feel free to embrace statuesque figures that looked carved from smooth glossy stone. I like my figures weathered given angles of blood and bone. I recon someone could find passion for something that doesn’t breathe but for me, there could never be, a replacement for what lives in imperfection.
This damn sidewalk, walked so many trials before me, each measured crack, a blistering reminder, of another day repeated, like seeing something you want gone, but cannot leave go of. This damn sidewalk. I know each contour, and wish I were not walking , once more in circles, to work, to home, to work, returnContinue reading “This damn sidewalk.”
Our words define our being, each true self contained, in the essence of a sharing. Unconciously we reveal, with one unmeasured second, the truth of our aim in speaking, the true measure of our heart. Look ahead for arrows, as we reveal unknowing , much more than turn of phrase. What does a manContinue reading “How to argue without flinching.”
Come light, remember dancing, lets trim your forgotten wick, and let the reflection go softer, let the room find silent sleep, and embrace the wallpaper pattern, as they slumber with the drawing , of nights more passive voice. Come light, entice me, draw my heart to puddles, to see and know the meaning, of thingsContinue reading “Come light, remind me.”
To travel with you, and see what you see, to hear what thoughts percolate, like the coffee you like to drink. To shop with you, and converse about choices, like kids with giddy excitement, about the mystery of our choosing. To make love with you, warm and quiet, breath in startled awe, as we discoverContinue reading “To be, to see, to know”
Tangram, turn and study, think and ponder, beat him to the solving, as time whisks away the hour, laughing as his clever, makes way with my time, and leaves me with leftover pieces, I know just where to place.
In the lift of his eyes and the touch of his hand something sings a song and hums my heart to beauty makes me hopeful though hopeless and often insecure.