I was minding my own business when these words started forming in my head... It sounded pretty so I picked my phone and started writing.... enjoy Maybe it was the way the wind carried her perfume. It was strong. Tickled your nose every time she was around. Maybe it was the way the airwaves whispered … Continue reading What is it?
Hi guys!! So I was thinking about the concept of change, and this poem came up... Its interesting the various interpretations I've gotten from it, but I hope you enjoy this. Happy Reading! Like a storm in the night, I didn’t feel you come in I didn’t see you I saw what you left behind. … Continue reading Invasion
Paint me a picture Draw me up as a figurine Make me what I'm not. I will be your puppet Until the wind blows. Then, I will dance. A light happy dance like the trees do when there are storms. But when I dance, there will be no storm, no lightning, no rain. There may … Continue reading Figurine Rain-dance
Hi guys!!! A dear friend of mine (Michael) wrote this poem for his daughter. They are beautiful words and he permitted me to share them with you... Enjoy. @Mickie, I'll share this story and many others with her, whenever she arrives. *** When I have a daughter, I’ll tickle her till she cries from laughter … Continue reading Dear Daughter…
Amidst the endless stream of lights, After the bustle of the days, In the bosom of night, Wrapped in white & black sheets, I look for you. I try to find you on pages and comments, I click tags in hopes they link me to you, I look at your pages more than I … Continue reading Obsession
You don't need to speak before the echoes roll in here. You don't have to get drenched to know the raindrops are beating your skin Here, there is more to wind than the dust in eyes and falling trees. This one is a quiet storm. It's on the inside. You feel everything. You know everything. … Continue reading Quiet Storms
I have heartache... Every time I stop to think, I feel pangs in my chest. Sometimes I feel weaker than I am... I sense I can't handle life with these two hands. These hands have built so little and yet, abandoned a lot. They've wiped many tears and written many fears. My hands have worked … Continue reading A prayer
I'm desperate and wanting. Waiting and thinking. Dipping and fetching. Hungry and thirsting. Yet, it's not my first time. I've gone full circle. And I'm still searching. Man: Woman, you are thirsty! Your are wilted and dry inside. Woman: You need not say it. For I can feel it and you can see it. I … Continue reading The Woman at the Well
Does your reflection scare you? When you look at yourself what do you see? Can you find a monster in your eyes? When I woke up this morning, I never thought I won’t be able to look at myself. When I put on my favorite yellow dress, I couldn’t imagine having the audacity to set … Continue reading Man in the Mirror
Dear X, You're not just the 24th letter of the alphabet. Yes, it's difficult forming words around you- but maybe that's because of our history. I hated that subject, by the way. History- stories of truths that were and could've led to a whole different lifetime. It's been lifetimes since I thought about this, but … Continue reading Dear X,
