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.
Tag: poems
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.
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.
Shadows – April 10, 2019
Hidden, as Shadows. lurking everywhere. They feel nothing. Run them over. Stomp them. Try walking alongside your own... Attached and never noticed. A forgotten piece of you. Skulking in the phantasma, Right at your feet.
Gift – April 3, 2019
Slow motion bullet. Piercing through my heart. Bleeding out forever. The gift you’ve given me.
Elevator Home – March 30, 2019
I hate you death! For everything you touch. You're poison, That keeps returning. You’ll never stop Rolling and rolling Head over heal Rounded body Arms searching for something to grab Until we’ve reached The bottom. You think this is fun? You think this is a game? The bottom floor. Stranded, Until the elevator brings us … Continue reading Elevator Home – March 30, 2019
Between – April 6, 2019
Between poems, I cry and I cry. Until I figure out what’s making the tears, Then I spill it all over my paper.
There All Along – January 20, 2018
I see now, she did try. She started sending it to me in droves, I compiled and neatly tucked it away, Not to understand the depth of what she was doing until she was gone. Her love and remembrances shout to me, Loud and clear! She didn’t forget. She remembered every day. She lived in … Continue reading There All Along – January 20, 2018
RUMBLE – January 10, 2018
Finally, the lock is rusted and broken. The tears come like a freight train down my cheeks, loud and unstoppable. Cemented in my heart for what seemed to be always. Free to flow like a faucet. Sometimes or most times, they creep up on me. As they still hide in the dark. Waiting quietly for … Continue reading RUMBLE – January 10, 2018
Free – February 6, 2019
I feel most at home, alone amongst the trees. My mind wonders to thinking about life, and all that it is. Today I wonder where my mom felt most at home. Would she like to join me in silence listening to the leaves chatter in the wind. Would she want me to keep the precious … Continue reading Free – February 6, 2019
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