Sore Throat

I feel as though all the raging pain and anger I’ve felt in my heart all my life has now concentrated into one part of my body: the throat. I feel like a volcano, with hot, searing lava brimming at the surface there, ready to erupt at any given moment. But it does not erupt;…

blurred state of mind

Do you ever wonder what we could have been? If we were two different souls, though I’ve grown far too introspective to let myself think we were good together. Ruminations and such running through my mind Keeping me trapped in the nightmares that refuse to let me sleep. Such a tranquil state lost on my…

The Unknown

galaxies beguile and beckon, mouths of black holes yawn. I face the unknown, bent of body, but bright of mind, not fearing the dawn of old age that comes to all stars, planets, and man. I face the unknown, time running through my fingers like grains of silvered sand. ©️Kaddie Tucker 2018 More from this…

Fickle Things

Oh what fickle a thing time is. We think we have all the time in the world so we keep putting things off for another day. We wait for the time to be just right, for those “special” days, and in doing so, we miss out on a huge chunk of our lives. Oh what…

Old Soul

As the days fly by I refer to a cynical state of mind. I never wanted to be this teen that has been placed inside of me for my soul is far too old and diminished to be surrounded by such games that pan out constantly. My soul is beautiful, and gorgeous, and magnificent But…

California

Coyote desert, I miss you Your soul for that cold Cactus tumbleweed horizon. I am that pioneer. Moving towards the wild west, that unknown, uncertain place. I am afraid, but with whip and wagon of prized possessions I keep going.   -follow me on other social media things – blog : the pretty poems Instagram…

Beach Reverie (to leap and fly)

Eagles are wheeling and turning Circling just off the cliff’s edge An occasional screech and On they continue A pair or seagulls harasses one And the raptor relents flies off We think of those birds as superior When the littler ones seem to win Every time Oh to have those wings To fly, cool breeze…