So many sad things happen to and around us that are completely out of our control. Parents getting older and having health issues, we are getting older having our own health issues, parenting woes, war, violence, financial worries, safety concerns, abuse, neglect. The list is endless. I also know there are some beautiful and amazing things…
My Sexual Unknown (rewritten) I got your hips locked hypnotic in a trance My eyes pull you deeper with a gyrating stance Feel my heart beat beat beating to our dance You became my victim when I made my entrance You’re mine, you’re mine mine From the very first smile My veins run…
Tangled up in Messy sheets Clothes ripped Shredded and torn Lying scattered On the floor Wild passions Breaking silence Give me what I need Let’s leave love Out in the hall Dive in deep Stay down low Until you just can’t Breathe anymore Filling empty spaces Muscular tension Dissolving stresses Everything you want Is everything…
I’ve thought about you Though I’ve tried not to The world sat silent, not even a sigh As you tore holes in my picturesque sky I used to hold my breath and ask God Why hasn’t the dark swallowed the world? He used to hold my hand and say How can I repair wings that…
Winter met my falling tears solidifying their instability memorializing them in ice Frozen prismatic reminders reflecting the fading light of all the lives I left behind All the words I’d lost left behind and ignored forever confined and suspended Every thought born alone like fingerprint snowflakes from a mind frozen and numb Every season of…
It comes and goes Like a river flows Over topography Volatile churning Erasing solid rock Yawning and tired Old and worn out Until it finds her Endless beauty Never changing Diving into air Lunging into life Eternal love So much so She feels like life
You’re are the reason I open my eyes Why I care at all About the sunrise You are the reason I go to bed at night In hopes I’ll dream You love me And We will be alright
I don’t know what it is like to be the mom of little boys. However, I am the mom of a little girl who is just now starting to notice little boys are a bit more than giant cooties running around. So right now this is how I see every little boy lol. Some see sadness Some…
Small, short breaths With each stretch Long careful strides Simple guidelines Just ignore sight And silence sound And heal the lines Broken by dots From here to there From him to her From her to him Where I won’t need The benefit of air Where I won’t need To hide my care Where my poetry Can catch fire And…
This is not my situation but it is the situation for many. Help stop abuse by listening with not only your ears but your eyes and your heart. If you only listen with your ears you are missing more than half of the story. You etch your love into me With a million tongues Made…
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