Take me back
back in time
to the place 
I once called
my playground.

The air tasted
of salt and summer.
The wind
continuously blew
as the waves
greeted the shoreline.

…and it always felt
like the waves were
playing catch up
with me.
Almost wetting my feet.

I spent many
a long summer day
building my dreams
on the foundations
of sandcastles.
As the high tide set in,
the sea looked
wild and free in the
way the wave’s
reach towards the shoreline.
Marking its territory as
if to say, “I was here.” 

I always 
wondered where
were the waves going?
What’s the hurry?
Always pulling back…
Why can’t they stay
a while and keep me
company…
Help me build a sandcastle
or two….

Sunsets were always magnificent,
little as I was, the sunset hues
still amazed me.
Like the sky was God’s palette
and he painted a brand new but,
slightly different sunset, everyday. 
I’d always wonder, 
didn’t God ever run of the colors 
that made the sunset hue?

j.r.m©

I broke,
I struggled,
I strove until,
I reached the other side.

pain, it changed me forever.

Pain never lets go of you,
it always has a tight grip 
on your wrists to remind 
you how real, reality is. 

My demons befriended pain,
they conquered me again,
but, my fight wasn’t in vain,
all my demons were slain
the moment I gave the power 
to my pen to translate my pain into words.

j.r.m©

Smile wide,
shoulders straight,
stand tall,
hands on your hips,
chin high. 
gaze low.
Walk like you have everything going for you 
right here in this moment,
All eyes on you.

Sit with your legs folded,
nod politely,
speak only when spoken to,
tie your hair into a neat ponytail.
Lather up some foundation,
you have to look perfect,
slap some lipstick on,
put on some high heels.
don’t laugh loudly,
don’t stare.
Wear it like you own it.
this is perfection,
You must look perfect
to be accepted in the circle. 

The idea of perfection is tainted. 
it’s flawed and has messed us all up.

….except for the girl with
wild hair and baggy denims
dancing in the dark  
giving away her heart
barely noticing what the 
world around has to say.
Her soul is alight. 

j.r.m©

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Prompt #2

Your beauty, broken down
nakedness became the
garment clothing your skin.

You didn’t cower in your shadow
you came into the light
revealing soul and truth.

Vulnerability is your armour now.
You stand straight and tall
and you refused to succumb to
insecurities, you didn’t take a bow.

Your purity determined your
thoughts and the way you
behaved around men.

You didn’t lose your dignity
you are grace and eloquence
all wrapped in one.

j.r.m ©

His soft eyes are
full of compassion and so much love to offer.
He wasn’t afraid to break down and cry
when the moment and situation called for it.
His eyes expressed one thing right from the start,
“Welcome home.”
Sometimes it’s okay not to be okay.

His arms, at the airport
when he wrapped me in an embrace
whispered to my heart, “Welcome home.”
Ever since then, his arms have sheltered me
from many a great storm.
We communicated with pure emotions
restoring the dignity of their essence
without reducing it to mere meaningless words.
That’s when I realized sometimes home is
two arms with a heartbeat.

His fingers entwined into mine
spaces in between, it’s a perfect fit.
The last piece of the puzzle,
It became home,
This is where I belong
filling in the spaces between your fingers
‘’Welcome home.”

The way his mirthful off-tone voice
greets me every time over the phone.
How he can’t sing to save his life.
I knew I was home….
‘’Welcome home.”

Home is not a place it’s a feeling.
And it’s the way you make me feel,
takes my breath away.
It’s as simple as that.
“Welcome home.”

j.r.m©

…and as I gaze into the void,
it bears a reflection,
that dances like a reflection on water.
It is a living memory
that gets in the way of my history.

And in the distance my tired eyes
catch sight of distant hope in
the land of the hopeless I’m lost
and unspiraling  as nothing
seems to make sense anymore.

There’s a path illuminated
and it goes through the woods
it leads you in discomfort
with its cavalry to implore you.
I don’t belong here,
but, I embrace the madness anyway.

j.r.m©

In the dead of the night,
when the whole world is fast asleep
It’s when I am truly awake, enlightened and graced by words.

Every night, people are safely tucked under their favorite blankets,
dreaming dreams….
I, on the other hand, wrapped up cozy in a blanket of words,
my dreams take flight.

Living my dream with eyes wide open.

j.r.m© 2016

Fields of gold
surround me,
for acres on acres.

The way the meadows sway
to the whims of the wind,
it’s like a dance, a conversation.

Birds chirping cheers,
adding music to the dance
encouraging, singing in the language of nature.

And under the shade of that maple tree
that has stood as a testament to many a love relationships,
couples carving their names in heart shapes and sealing it with a kiss.

On days when it gets hot,
and the sun becomes too much to bear
the shade of this maple tree protects me.

And in the fall
maple leaves fallen down, if you happen to pick a leaf up
look like a melting sunset in the palm of your hand..

j.r.m© 2016

This one is pure shit
because I’m exhausted :/

Weaving souls,
Two hearts beating as one
intertwining dreams,
colliding desires,
crashing hope found
new meaning in each other.
Anchor or Wings,
With you by my side
together we’re pretty invincible.
Our hearts racing time
we’re caught once again
in a slime of Möbius Strip