Category: Poetry

Losing My Faith

Sometimes it feels better to deny myself Pleasures or water or food When I’m bad Sometimes it feels better to cut myself Inside and out Of my skin See my blood run, feel it coagulate On the skin above the Denial of abuse Swirling… Continue Reading “Losing My Faith”

An Ordinary Day Turns Extraordinary With a Sip of Coffee

I haven’t been “allowed” to drink coffee (including my beloved espresso) in two years. Severe allergies, they said. With a newly supplemented liver, my taste buds are yearning for culinary delights recently withheld. I didn’t go to Whole Food expecting to get a blended… Continue Reading “An Ordinary Day Turns Extraordinary With a Sip of Coffee”

A Shared Moment

Taking his hand, she looked up Eyes pleading to be held Reaching down, he scooped her up Into his arms   And the wind blew gently Across their faces As the breeze caught laughter And her eyes glowed In the arms of her father

What If

Slowly, slowly, the trees grow Calmly, calmly the ants gather Gently, the breeze blows But my mind is filled with what doesn’t matter   I wish I was in a different world, a different time When my life played to a soundtrack and My… Continue Reading “What If”

Save Point

If I could go back To a point within my life To do what wasn’t done Choose again, right this time   With all the knowledge I have now My heart aches with longing In search of reprieve from the madness Of Now –… Continue Reading “Save Point”

What we are Becoming

We believe in curses. The names we’ve been called, The feeling we were being Overlooked on the playground   The whispers behind our backs The quickly muttered greetings & sideways glances Hands held between people   But not ours. We shared our lunch with… Continue Reading “What we are Becoming”

Hidden Truth

Take a pill to swallow the crazy

Burying You

And yet I stand here, Trapped   Surrounded on all Four Sides With reminders of you   Staring me down Telling me it’s Time to let go   Photo Credit: Ellieboat via Compfight cc

Enough

I stand here in the rain watching you run so you don’t get your hair wet. Such a difference between us. All the time- making it seem like there is no reason for what I do. But I love it. All the droplets falling… Continue Reading “Enough”

Monster

Love knows no bounds

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