Ripple

It’s slow and quiet, so much so that I can hear your heart, feel the beats as though they were my own. We lay here, under the changing leaves and the cooling sun, just being together, eclipsing the other. Fall into me and breathe me in. Embrace the change and let the old fall away…

Lost in the Stars (looking up)

She’s watching, jotting down all her thoughts and dreams and absent minded trains… Waiting for the time when you ask her. That way, she’ll know what to say, how to say it and just the right way to sound. She hopes that you’ll approve, want to hear more and listen with intent. But she knows…

he is the drink

he is the drink that i shouldn’t take the fall from grace the downward spiral to hopelessness & a crippling lack of faith he is the drink i shouldn’t take the step towards no control my soul crumpled on the floor forgotten panties stained & unwanted he is the drink to which i should shout…

ragdoll

so much of my life spent punishing myself by choosing & letting myself be chosen by the wrong people people who will hurt & belittle cut me down make me feel like i think i deserve to feel… the rest of my life spent recovering finding myself healing looking for connection fearing connection both seeking…

this poem is not about laundry

this poem might be about laundry or maybe it’s a memoir about laundry or maybe it is symbolism of what goes wrong a symptom of what is wrong all i know  is we fell in love & we were invincible & life was a game to play even at the laundromat washing and drying and…

the scars we wear

the scars we wear make us interesting the scars we wear make us devastating the scars we wear do not heal when we need them most to heal i wear my scars proudly i wear my scars with profound misery i glorify my scars i fail to hide my scars mostly i joke about my…

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…