Emptiness – May 30, 2019

This emptiness Is a feeling Growling in my gut. It festers Molding into something completely different. The agitation Takes over I’m not who I want to be. Where is the sweet release I’m looking for? Lost Underneath The emptiness That has grown inside me.

Eyes Wide Open – May 20, 2019

Pupils dilated. I see through to your sadness, Underneath into the pools of love. Pain floats close to the surface. Where ripples love to play, Distorting what you have to give. The anger stings the outstretched hand. Are your eyes wide open, Or halfway closed?

Knot – May 24, 2019

The paralyzing knot Death ties around Fresh meat, Who in turn Twist and flop Tangled. Is itself, A curse. That will skip circles Weaving a butcher’s string Through  A never ending Dream-like state. Battles are won and lost. The fear, Keeps the mood heightened. Tied down, State of fight or flight. Left in the ruins … Continue reading Knot – May 24, 2019

Antiquity – May 23, 2019

Through the crinkles of time These telling cracks Hold my body Together. With all it’s wear and tear The beauty within Exudes. I stand up tall, Claim my place, Here In this tick of the clock. ***This poem was Inspired by a beautiful vase from The Alchemist's Studio

Motherless Daughter – May 24, 2019

Mama, please don’t go, I’m not strong enough. The memory of you, Lost in the waves of time And too volatile to prod. ~~~ Life moves fast, I had no choice. Heart breaks a thousand times each day Bellowing for you. ~~~ Your lessons are a record, In my mind, But I’m still weak Not … Continue reading Motherless Daughter – May 24, 2019

Elevator – May 21, 2019

Stepping into an elevator, My arm falls back In-between the sliding doors. Waiting for you. Your feet shuffle faster. Politeness overload. A courteous hi, hello, or how are you? A slight lift of the cheeks? Quick, eyes to the ground, Always facing the buttons. Maybe, a comment about the weather. All bartering little conversation. No … Continue reading Elevator – May 21, 2019

Tumbleweed – April 12, 2019

As the tumbleweed preforms it’s tap I sit front row, center, Attentively awaiting it’s show. I watch it travel by, Over and over. The same dance, Over and over. Skt—Skt—ttt—ttt—Skt-Skt-Skt-Skt—-Skt. Over and over, The same song sings, the dance it brings. Somehow this recital never grows old, Keep on watching.

Path Weaver – May 21, 2019

The lonely road, Nobody chooses. Few end up walking It’s length. The path lined with flowers Is much more enticing. Warm and inviting, Full of others making their way. Each filled with lessons. Each deceptive for what they are. Your strength in the moment Can guide you in your choice. I advise, To listen wisely … Continue reading Path Weaver – May 21, 2019

Talking to you…a song 5/21/19

A friend, of a friend, wrote and sang this beautiful song about letting go and meeting again. If you have ever watched someone fight to stay alive, this song will definitely bring on the those funny little things that pop out your eyes when you're happy and sad. Full of hope and light. Always Keep … Continue reading Talking to you…a song 5/21/19

Soul Catcher – May 18, 2019

Within a heartbeat, They meet. Survival of the fittest. Drawing in the who, Soul crosses body. Is it in the atmosphere, Or the garden we lay? How do we become, You or I? The love we’re given? The hate we reap? Decisions made Before allowance To understand A path chosen A choice passed by Blink … Continue reading Soul Catcher – May 18, 2019

Sculpted – May 18, 2019

The ugliness I’ve sculpted, Plain and simply, me. Escaping the whirlwind that returns, Unknown. Seeing the beauty Encapsulated by your life, Breaks my heart And sucks me back in. Treasured memories Are few between. Swept away by The dependable wind. Will we meet again? Will we know each other? The ugliness I’ve sculpted, Plain and … Continue reading Sculpted – May 18, 2019

Painsanity – May 16, 2019

Falling to my knees, Heavy and hard. Breath puffs forcefully  Between my lips. Chest is now empty, A nothingness surrounds me. My tears don’t wait. Sheets of water Stream down each cheek. The dust quickly shifts to dirt. It splatters onto My already stained shorts. Panting ensues, I grab at my neck. A primal need … Continue reading Painsanity – May 16, 2019