Let me live amongst the clouds. Airy and light, Everything has to be right.
Category: poetry
Musk and Bezos Race to Space – May 10, 2019
Has anybody stopped to ponder? Are these billionaires bored, Or do they know something we don't. The Moon, Mars?! Huh.
A concept – May 7, 2019
What if I were to tell you, Life is one big perception. Would you believe me?
If There Is A God – February 17, 2019
My mom believed God would save her, At least welcome her. I believe, if there is a God, For her.
Belly – May 8, 2019
My belly is bloated. Full of this queasiness I cannot exude. I’m left with swishing. Gurgling up into my Adam’s apple, That belongs to you.
Join Me – May 8, 2019
Come, join me. Let’s drown in sadness. Sulk in the fluid river of tears. Swim in the lakes of our demise. Flirt with what’s coming. Take my hand, join me. In this beautiful dance, But before you do Grab ahold of something That will pull you up, Remind you, You are still alive.
Fate – May 8, 2019
By the time You decide It’s too late. Universe, Please, don’t let that be my fate.
Weeps – May 8, 2019
As the child weeps, Sorrow seeps. The willow, its muse. Nothing ahead. Nothing behind. An empty abyss Swirling around. One heartbeat found Frozen. In sorrow, As the child weeps.
Tenses – May 17, 2018
Hold it at bay, then comes the day. Flooding my senses, until everything tenses.
Strong – May 6, 2019
The strong one, pushes through. The strong one, forgets to cry. The strong one, keeps on going. The strong one, holds your hand. The strong one, builds you up. The strong one, finds their smile. Until...
The Coaster – January 30, 2019
Uneasy, Twisting with uncertainty. As a thousand tears Scratch the surface. Peace promises To be ‘round the bend. Tapping my shoulder, Taunting me to let go. Back and forth and up and down. The coaster doesn’t slow. My heart howls, As my spirit hangs on.
I Promise – April 30, 2019
I promise, One thing With me. You’ll never be bored. I’ll keep you guessing. On your toes. You go right? I’ll go left. Never, Will you catch up to me. I’m a moving target. Always feeling what’s on my sleeve, Roll ‘Em up, Let's get dirty. I promise, One thing With me. I’ve let go, … Continue reading I Promise – April 30, 2019
Trees – October 10, 2018
Tossing and turning, Waving and bent. The sensation is freeing. Stretching as far as your eye will take you. Flittering as the wind flops Front to back. Whooshing in synchrony, The tippy tops. I lose myself in blowing trees, Endlessly Whirling away. Where ever your subconscious takes you.
Conflict – April 25, 2019
I know you hate conflict, My life has been one big conflict. It’s suffocating, I'm sure you understand.
Back to Her – March 6, 2018
I didn't let myself, How dare I let myself, Why let myself. ~~~ I felt nothing but relief when it happened. The end felt freeing. I'm ok with that now, I can live with that. Little did I know, that moment also began my journey back to her.
Knocking – January 8, 2018
I think the stars have aligned, Or mom is telling us it's time. How many knocks on the door is it going to take? Before I break. *** I love you so much. I'm standing here, waiting all alone. Building an army. A layer of protection. In case you never answer.
Pleh – April 14, 2019
Wishing you wanted in. Pleh, or do I?
Garbled Up – April 10, 2019
Do you see me? Am I here? I don’t wear it on my sleeve. I’ve garbled it up so tight, wrinkled, torn in places, Unrecognizable. I’ve saved it, tucked it away. In the dark, I pull it out. No one wants to see. I don’t have to ask. I don’t have to guess. I know, … Continue reading Garbled Up – April 10, 2019
Release – April 19, 2018
To feel the breath release, And know I made the first step. Clear as a mountain lake, I made no mistake. I went for the jugular, and didn’t look back. No easy path, I know. I’ve searched high and low. The words forced from my bowels From some unknown source A lifetime without speaking my … Continue reading Release – April 19, 2018
Tickle – October 10, 2018
Gaining ground, The tickle that vibrates somewhere between your breast bone, and the pit of your stomach. Is going off. An alarm that was set A long, long time ago. Buried, Now pulled to the surface, And screaming. Not to be ignored.
DoRee MelNic 