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?
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
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
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,
If prison walls could speak Mine would sing sad songs to me They have boxed me in all my life and they would cry their hearts out to me- About how sorry they are... About how they wish they could miss me... They would tell me that they saw too much of me- They would look … Continue reading Prison Walls
dedicated to everyone with the inevitable internal struggle of fear and courage. Bold woman Scared woman Why won't you Let your self be loved? Why don't you Give out some of your love? Are you to scared to love boldly? Do you think it costs too much? you're an unconventional type. But is that enough reason? Why do … Continue reading She will be loved
As my head is stayed from sleep, I pray the Lord my dreams to keep should I tire before they're made Oh Lord, I pray; 'come to my aid But lo my heart as stubborn is Again, to fear has yielded will where I did quiver, I shiver still My dreams as is, I dread … Continue reading Insomnia
Words are jumbled up in my mind It's taking a lot more than usual to write them down. I know what they mean. I know what they're saying. I just don't know how to communicate it. I'm still figuring out if I want to. I know I owe you this much at least... … Continue reading Silence
She has a very wide smile- Wide and rare. She has wide hips too - cocooned in neat thickness She has the roundest cheeks you could imagine - perfect succulent circles Like there were hidden pebbles in them. She's honest through and through- You could hear it in her laugh- If you are lucky to hear … Continue reading Her
I wonder why your insecurities don't match your eyes. You beguile everyone with your exquisite. You don't understand them, but they seem certain you're special. And you are. If only you could see it. But You are the image at the end of the fall. You watched yourself get there- yet you lived it all. You … Continue reading Eyes that Speak
