She is gone, Left long ago. The agony that sieges my life Sprinkles, Then pours. I try to move forward, No pain allowed. Time mixed sorrow with anger, it is me. This topic is not easy, it’s not clear cut, or black and white. It’s so grey the lines have blurred where the ocean meets … Continue reading Blurred – October 28, 2018
Category: poetry
I Am My Own Mother – October 1, 2018
I adjudicated to my dad The role of a lifetime, Mom. The sentence I handed down embroiled, Year after suffocating year. Waiting patiently, at the end of my fallacy, He was not a she. I created a character that did not exist. The assigned persona was destroyed. The fruition hit hard After all these years. … Continue reading I Am My Own Mother – October 1, 2018
Slow Lane – April 7, 2019
I grieve for this, I grieve for that. Time to start thinking along different lines. Errrrrch, not today. Must be in the slow lane.
Words – August 24, 2018
Rolling the sounds around my mouth Like Yahtzee dice waiting to be thrown. As My tongue attempts to coerce them out, Seeking to form words. They spill out, and land at my feet. I quarrel, doing an unnamed dance. My steps are callow and awkward. The lyrics end I pick up what’s left, and Stuff … Continue reading Words – August 24, 2018
Smile – April 25, 2019
Plastered. Ear to ear. Day to day. You're normal, it says. A patterned look. No need to dig deeper. Keep walking. Smile.
Always a Reason – April 29, 2019
Feelings on high alert, Must be that time of month. Maybe, M.S., the weather. It couldn't be, That's just the way I feel. Always a reason. Never just is.
Cell – April 28, 2019
There. There it is. That one cell. That, I don’t give a fuck cell. It draws you in With each curl of the finger, Every tasty bite you take. Because it doesn’t give a... And it will gladly leave you there. Right there. Where you found, that one little cell. That, I don’t give a … Continue reading Cell – April 28, 2019
Intensity – April 25, 2019
The level of intensity I require Is endless. Nothing measures up.
Jasmine – April 26, 2019
I don’t remember when her scent changed from jasmine to hospital musk. She brought it home with her, And gently dressed in it. Until the end of time. The lines are blurred. There must have been a moment, I do not recount. Erased by the tick of the second hand, Another setting sun. The silence … Continue reading Jasmine – April 26, 2019
Doesn’t Matter – April 20, 2019
The world sure knows how to kick you when you’re up. Or, when you’re down. I mean when you’re down.
Left Behind – April, 24, 2019
Fresh off the boat, And jipped. As the anger builds Remind yourself by the minute, The second, The every waking moment, You're suffering, An inconsolable pain. Maybe, that way, You won’t find yourself Right back where you began Thirty years the later. Searching for the pieces, A puzzle hanging in time. You’ll feel the urge … Continue reading Left Behind – April, 24, 2019
Lock and Key – April 23, 2019
You are the key to my lock, and It hurts You choose to hold the answers Closely chained to your heart. Or, do you even remember?
Exposed – April 24, 2019
Naked and visible. Vulnerable, as I cross my legs. I fear I've exposed too much.
Immobile – April 23, 2019
A distant whisper in the wind, A shout nose to nose, Yields the same end. Mind's made up.
Punctuated – April 23, 2019
You punctuated my life. This morning, I awoke Trying to add a comma, Hit return, indent, tab, period. Anything. I heard semicolons are a farce. Insert. Delete. Trash.
Spindle – April 23, 2019
Spindles are twisted tight, My kind of night.
Divergent – April 23, 2019
No, this is different. Coming from the same place. I'm in the same spot, But this is different.
Imprint – April 20, 2019
Quicker by the day, Lost and wandering And nobody Stretches out a hand. Pushing at each mention, Everything’s ok. Kept concealed. Dressed and buttoned. The best always do. I will not do it openly For, no one will ever know, But it will be by my idle hand. I promise. It comes As I go.
Calloused – April 19, 2019
Rough and numb, I can’t hear a thing you say. Your words hit hard, and Fall to the ground. You pick them up, And are on your way. Taking a bit of me. By now I’m so calloused, I doubt any of it matters.
Histrionics – April 19, 2019
As histrionics rage in my head, My even keel appeal smirks across my face.
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