"What do I have to do to make you happy?" Familiar brown eyes meet mine, each pool of sight looks lost. The shrug of shoulders confirms what the pupils portray. What a loaded question for a seeker of contentment. The cage opens and closes, but nothing is set free. Is there anything to release? What … Continue reading Happy?
The crack running down the reflective surface splits me evenly. Two pupils, on either side, don’t meet eye to eye. Two souls, but one body. One showing the light, The other swallowed in black. Black and white, half and half. But, nothing is ever that easy. Monday, no fluorescent glow Breaches my conscious. Tuesday, I’m … Continue reading Mirrored Enemy
Swipe. I still feel. Swipe. I’m crying. Swipe. I don’t want these anymore. Breathe. The sun gets up, so can I. Breathe. Trembling hands clench. Breathe. Release. Two opposing forces trying to do the same thing. Clarity isn’t in focus, but sound reaches my ears. “Not Alone” permeates my mind and I sigh. … Continue reading Awakening
Golden Shovel Poem
The time cracks into furious flower. Lifts its face all unashamed. "The Second Sermon on the Warpland" ~ Gwendolyn Brooks Darkness crawls towards me from the source I thought I could trust time after time. I burrow within, my delicate shell cracks. Pieces start to fall into a ravine of furious fire that suddenly … Continue reading Golden Shovel Poem
She is a Lost Child
“[There are] thousands of other lost "orphans" whose lives were changed forever by the greed and hypocrisy of church and state.” ~ Martin Sixsmith My Mother is far from where she belongs. It’s been about sixty years since she’s been on the soil that saw her come into this world. Out of my siblings, I’m … Continue reading She is a Lost Child
Surrounded by a doctor and businessman, I write my poem in the dark. A doctorate and profession that smells of money, I chose days of drought but also days In which the seeds of imagination are sprinkled. A tinkle turns into a trilogy; a drought turns into deception. The basin is above, but each crack … Continue reading Filler
I see the fiery breath before it reaches my sensitive drums that reverberate meaning. What scorching marks They leave on my heart. But a heart is a heart to hurt, Even if it’s not the target of desire. Every beat wilts my pumping organ Until the words become metaphysical. A battle between truth … Continue reading Silent Savior
I knew I Wasn’t the One For You
Your soft hands freeze on the way to hers because you’re not free to give touches like that. The tightness of clenched fists block out any emotion so my cold hands are left to tremble insync with my bottom lip. Brown eyes exude longing and needing in every glance as if she is a … Continue reading I knew I Wasn’t the One For You
Natural Form of Books
Hey y'all, this poem is dedicated to books and understanding the cost of that love. https://poets.media/natural-form-of-books By: Erin Winans Let me know what y'all think! I would love to hear feedback about my poem Natural Form of Books!
Freckles of a Past Life
On my right forearm, I have the mark of an animal. Two dots and a base shaped like an imprint. This could be one of two legs or one of four. It’s not clear, but my heart confirms the essence. Every action made with my right hand Holds the weight of a different … Continue reading Freckles of a Past Life