THE STRATEGIST

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…

BROKEN BY DOTS

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…

RAZOR BLADE TONGUES

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…

THE UNDERSTANDERS

Depression is NOT an emotion or mood. It might be described as a mood disorder and definitely moods/emotions are part of what is exhibited with depression but I think the description is deceptive.  Sure depressed people FEEL sad, anxious, helpless, and/or worthless; but depression is a physical disease. Sadness (also called heavy-heartedness) is emotional pain…

WASTED HEART

Love stayed home Waiting for you His doors left open Flung wide for you Given a loving space Inside his heart His mind, his soul Welcome anytime baby You can come and go Wipe your feet please Try not to make a mess But if you do, well… That’s ok too He’ll clean it up…

ANOTHER PRETTY FACE

Lost between worlds Drifting through time I sit and watch as Another pretty face Catches your eyes Another sweet voice Engages your time Another set of curves Capture your mind Infinite crossed lines I can’t define, won’t No amount of love Can cover the pain Of not measuring up Of falling too short No amount…

POSSESSION

Leaping from cliffs That have no face Undulating ground Swallowing faith We sit and listen As the crows cry Through echoing throats The little demons In feathery cloaks Crawl undetected Into our mouths To make their nest Coated in profanity Coaxing out screams They spill us out Into turbulent seas Just as the sky itself…

IT’S TIME TO FLY

I used to make hearts out of stars and turn crayons into prayers You’d whisk me away, troubles forgot taking a part of my soul with you I’d hide the pain you caused turning them into magical love songs I’d lie to the world, hiding every sin Our orchestra of bleeding violins Sometimes the memories spark and the…