Let me lie here Under your eyes As they wander slowly Over constellations That play upon my skin Under this starlight Let me lie here As I become A stardust breeze Chasing fires Fueled by longing Inside your gaze Let us lie here Each offering Broken hearts To create comets Inside this universe We collided…
The moment shakes my breath Unsteady and uneven streams Of exhales and inhales flow As the moon throws shadows Playing hide and seek on walls Protecting me from beliefs That existed on the other side Of these satin white sheets Ideas meant to shape me Plotting to steal my identity Don’t tell me I am…
Originally posted on Mad Tea Party in My Head:
So I’ve been working on a piece to follow up The Day I Died posted on Hasty Words site this week. I like writing around a poem that tries to display what I’m feeling as sometimes it displays it better than describing what happened. This piece…
My dearest little one Your struggles Will be my struggles Your heartache Sorrow and despair Will burden me as well I will be with you To help you through them As they strengthen you As they mold you Into the strong woman I pray you will be For now though You can hold my hand…
He captured me and held me before I even knew to struggle. He held me enslaved inside words that tied me up and restricted my senses. I was bound happily feeling the comfort of my captivity. As long as I was imprisoned with him… my master, I was safe; I was content. He had a…
He lied to her More than once Over and over again One lie…two lie…three lie All of it a series of useless lies Then there was another man, smart He was most clever and seemed genuine But seemed is another word for an illusion right And then there are those caught up in…
I sit listening to my tears Like rainfall adding to a flood I sit visiting them Wading through them Listening to each one of them Stories of heartache and truth Some brought to life by despair Some cry of loneliness Betrayal, bitterness, and anger Still others jealousy Love found then lost They gather unashamed In pools of wistfulness Each…
This one is for my friend Sarah Fader I can see it you know Black beginning to yawn At the edges of your smile The gloom that curls up Inside your distant eyes The universe ticking by Like a doomsday clock I recognize it you know The darkness that crawls Into your mood at night…
This is a love letter written by my best friend to all the people who make connections via “selfies”. By loving others you learn to love yourself. Lizzi has seen so many sides of me and me of her because “selfies” aren’t simply just images; they connect our distant worlds. She gets a picture of each new…
I keep visiting worn out places Discarded memories scorched Revisiting all the same spaces I long ago thought I’d torched Wrap me inside your arms Stark colors spin too fast Burning tattooed flesh Comic strip stories from the past I can’t seem to refresh Keep me from dying inside I want to be somebody new…
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