I thought my sexuality was the only thing that would confuse me this much... You left a hole in my heart that looks years to fill. Each shovel of dirt packed in solid, now feeling a bit crumbly. Why now? The year-long construction project can't be undone. Shouldn't be... Time.. I thought you were on … Continue reading Confusion
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Knight
Honor is key, Bravery expected. To defend could mean your life. But that is the life of a Knight. Safety of the ruler comes first. These figures.. smothered in armor, wielding a sword, holding a shield as they shield. What stature they hold to mask the terror behind their eyes. Your being could be gone … Continue reading Knight
Of Letting Go
With Tiny House dreams, it means I'll have to find a new home for my books. Pages that entranced me from start to finish, sitting idly on the shelves in my room. It might be time to relinquish my hold, a vice-grip trembling with the idea of them being gone. Let me have one more … Continue reading Of Letting Go
Unforeseen Thank You
Reading back, acting shocked- Did I write that? Those thoughts... darkness... hopelessness... Somehow I am still here. Now I see flowers as beauty and a future, although hazy, a future nonetheless. Something my 22-year-old brain could not compute. My fractured heart hid behind stealthy eyes. My pen and appear the only witness to tumulus musings … Continue reading Unforeseen Thank You
Happy?
"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?
Mirrored Enemy
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
Awakening
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
Filler
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
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