My head has been pointed toward the skies lately. In awe of something bigger than all of us. Where do you look when you're searching?
Category: poetry
Pity Party – July , 2019
Filling up my puddle, Splish, splash. Pity party for one, please.
Trauma – July 2, 2019
Trauma isn't that moment, Trauma is strung out. A flavor that lingers, In the back of your throat Your whole life.
Live It – July 6, 2019
Shaking~rumbling~ Blow, blow, blow! Feel it, grab it Ride on!
The Looks – July 3, 2019
Toxic, The looks we give. Disappointment in a bottle. Scorching the fibers That build their self-esteem.
Smile Through – July 9, 2019
The hardest thing to do Is smile through All the pain carried Deep inside of you.
Contagious – July 9, 2019
The energy spewed, Spit across the room. Spattered, Exerting an electricity, Contagious. Passing from generation to generation Gaining strength as it travels, Further from the epicenter of its origin. Leaving a trail of tears, frozen. No longer knowing why, But—-just—is.
