I stand like a tree Wearing my storms As the seasons Break and mend me Sometimes naked Vulnerabilities exposed But many other times As my rings Of wisdom grow I’m a beautiful refuge Fully clothed With my strength And my resiliency Secretly hidden Beneath my boughs
I broke down In a place Called Famine Wishes On my back Good intentions Safely packed Sacred shrines Built with Dry split bones Line streets Paved with Bricks of mold A hungry place With liquid teeth And too many Stranger things Upside down Reciting prayers Of starving dread Too many Inky squids Writing love letters…
Rain falls like lava some days Melts through black and white Seeps in where agony stays Burning away all its might Leaving you with new sight Wind blows like a fist again Striking at the daily grind Shocking away the mundane Leaving instead a fervent mind One that’s bolder, more aligned Whispers speak like truth…
A GUEST POEM BY Byron Hamel They force you into theseLittle rowsIndustrial linoleumWorn down to bedrockWhere you waitUntil they are as urgent as you areAbout the death and mayhemPlease wait calmlyWhile the world caves inAnd you stay at the bottomIf you liveThey caught me cryingThis time about Hiroshima and NagasakiI’d been in the middle of…
A crystal looking glass fed with ghosts Reflecting an image that hurts to see Faraway glances piercing the light Leaving waves of dark that bite at me Gasoline torches and crosses of wood Brought to exorcise the eyelet lace Yellowing and faded as figures stood Mouths with multiple tongues speak Demanding a life half lived,…
I wanted to exit, bad at mending Can’t shake, don’t purposely over bake The thoughts they keep sending Estranged and over lines set center Worrying about what’s ahead But hey, shrug, I’m just a renter Pull up baseboards, hammer floors There’s gotta be something under here A city of dead behind half hanging doors Rooms…
I had to tear my heart from my throat As I walked by the mystery of you You’ll never know this but I felt you Absorbed part of your pain walking by And I still carry it with me each day A reminder of how hard life can be You lying in the cold dark…
I’ve had to give myself time To unbend and unfold To the new spaces That I’ve been presented Some spaces haven’t felt Like choice spaces at all Some have felt more like Grin and bare it all Others felt more like Welcome to the jungle Without the fun and games But some spaces feel like…
I asked my boyfriend to give me a writing prompt. If you could be someone else for a week who would you be? And how would you be different when you came back? I really want to say I’d like to be God. You know figure out how this whole existence stuff really works. Of…
The horns blow hard though gentle near Thunderously harmonious to your ears Your bodies breath holds its sip The taste of saltwater on your lips Declarations bellowed from afar Louder and deeper than before Far away from the ocean sand Far away from the sturdy land Crushing waves rise and fall Before a peaceful restful…
Warmth peeks under eyelids Seeks toes and stomachs As night slips beneath covers To hide from the light of day Buttons pushed, reboot successful Gentle whirring into morning Playful smiles engaged, lovely eyes Download module: thankful Special code: patience Perimeter for love: set Perimeter for strength: set Perimeter for heart: set Boundaries intact and ready…
Where once tidal waves lived Calm waters slowly lap the shore I wanted to destroy cities To ensure my own destruction I wanted to drown the whole world So I couldn’t hear my own thoughts But the cities held strong against me My energy began to wane with the moon And my waves absorbed the…
Using a prompt by Twindaddy a blogger I’ve known for a very long time. What is your oldest memory? Walking with baby fat legs Words hadn’t come yet It was a strange house A woman changed my diaper Gymnastics was on tv Or something sporty and blue Front door was open Old screen door closed…
I wanted to do an acrylic flow painting on this large 4’ x4’ with some red. I tend to gravitate towards gold and blue and wanted to be bolder. I finished it and hung it in a friend’s office for about a year. It looked good there but I wanted to do more with it.…
When I first started blogging it was therapy. It was meant to be a way for me to sit with my brain and listen to what it had to say. And then I was supposed to summarize what it was telling me in as few words as possible. Some people started calling it poetry. I…
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