Will you hold me closeSo I don’t miss them and thoseThat I carry with me in open wounds
I inflicted on myself.
New lines
Another year has marked it’s story on my face.
Pasted memories carefully in my heart’s crumpled page.
Do I exist
Do I exist
In the skin I feel over the sinews that move
In the lights that flicker just past my eyes
In the relationships that bind me
The lies you repeat and I believe
Fate
The lines on my palm, scored deep and dark
Remind me how far I’ve wandered off my path.
Life happened in the folds and creases
Of my own hands, of my own doing.
Lost love
To all those I’ve loved and lost.To those who were once held in my arms.To those who made my heart skipOr my tears flow.To the precious moments of silenceAnd the words that once made me choke.To the nights sublimeAnd the
What is death?
What is death?But a door,A chance to marvelAt God’s creation once more. I wonderWhat sun I will see,What new sights,Who will I be? My spiritWith no boundsSeeks more to exploreAdventures to be found. And I prayThat one dayWhen I go
Can a poet be happy?
Can a poet be happy, I truly wonder?Except as a temporary passing whimIf she decides, weary of angst,To allow mundane happiness in.Poetry, for me, means a flight of my soulSoaring past the limits society holds.I exult in joy, and bleed
A Breath
In a mere breath, a moment, a blink of timeYou reduced grand love, passion and truthTo a shuffling of paper, bricks and mortar,Sweaty palms, deceptive lies, and moral character.As though eternity could be chopped up into tiny bitsAnd measured by