I am a weed I am wine I am beauty Known to prick I am dandelion I am rose I am thorn I freely flow
Category: Poetry
Happiness
Happiness the fleeting wish It cannot stay Will not desist All keep searching for the place Where happiness lives Negative feelings unwind We wish we may We wish we might We wish that wishes As real as twilight Old and gray nothing more than mist Live to die We play the game Searching searching for…
Berry Tree Days
I thought of you yesterday. There were berries. Wild berries. I thought of us eating the berries and climbing the trees. I thought of us going through the woods. The way that we would fight over who would get to climb which tree. The way that I would miss you when we would fight. I…
Memory
“I don’t want to let the memories go.” “But you were never made to live in a memory.”
Are you Ready?
I wondered about you tonight You see the crickets were singing Lightening bugs gave a merry show An orchestra played Who knew how talented frogs could be You missed it I dont know maybe you dont exist I did dream of you I told you I wanted to go to grad school to be a…
Hot and Bothered
I’m hot and bothered. You have absolutely lost your mind. You’re the little mouse who scurries to traps. She trapped you. Ha! You trapped yourself! You opened the door and said, “Come in spawn of satan, why don’t you make yourself at home!!! I’m a lonely fool!!!” You feel it but you ignore your feelings!…
Invite me to the wedding?
Dear Dear One, The smell of grass. It doesn’t remind me of you anymore. I noticed yesterday. The wind blew. Newly cut grass thrown in the breeze. I caught it. It struck me later in such a way that left me sad. The image of a man came to me. He stood under a fiery…
I Date Fear
I can’t live for him anymore. I am exhausted. When I get to the end of this journey, It will all have been about him. His constant rumination his smell on my skin. I live for him I forget about me. I’d die for him I don’t want that. Devious plots he parted ways down the…
Shoes too big Shoes too small…
I am capable of all things. My superior moral complex kicks in. I tell it to sit down. I know I need to let people in. I need to feel them again instead of self-protecting. I want to put myself in his shoes. I’d like to put myself in hers. I used to do that. …
