Happy thoughts have flooded my mind I think that I’m becoming blind To the good in anyone but you. At this I’m still kind of new I’m not used to being so alive All I’ve ever done is survive.
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Love Blooms-Poem 12-
Love Blooms- Poem 12- Poetry Half Marathon- Fragile and delicate LOVE blooms, with care. This cloistered bud begins to open slowly, showered by your Light. Like a flower whose petals open to the Sun, LOVE explodes in colour, because of YOU. By…
Grey Matter Gluttony
Hunger. Vociferously voracious, Her brain hunts prey. Cerebral cortex, crouched at the ready, a predator of thought. Big game hunter, it searches for sustenance. Ever questing the answers to questions, to satisfy the emptiness. Addicted to the carbs of intellect, Satisfying, but somehow short. Give…
6 pm Poem
Maybe the joy of meeting someone new Trumped all my precautions And maybe getting addicted to you Was not the healthiest of my options
Coffee
Immersing self in self Serenity of grinding And blending Purifying my mind And heart Aroma infused within me Immersed in that Reaching a deep state Of tranquility Fall in love, The sound of Pouring, You are in me, I am in you.
Twelth Post: Bare Feet
Bare Feet A new decree was announced today. Shoes were no longer allowed. Bare feet only, or face a large fine, For this is the rule of the land. People need to feel the earth, the new government proclaimed, The brush of a wind at…
Lopsided Green Stars
Those lopsided, green stars Whose essence you’d collect In the smallest places you could find Where it wouldn’t be found Thinking, if you got enough, It would stop turning red And then blue and red again So you could become Something else Something new Something…
12. my nieces and the bees
i. My nieces bring me bees. Strung on copper, hung from chains. Each as different as my nieces who do not know their own faces ii. While the bees who dance in darkness can map for any sister the way home. Can fly on…
Fantasy
A slight illusion that brushed past A waking dream behind the shadows A deception waiting for a spell to cast On a bewildered mind beneath its sorrows The silhouette of a whispering lover Impassioned thoughts revealed in a dream All mesmerizing beauty within that tower…
Eleventh Post: Ten
Ten 1: Meeting We met over ten years ago, Very different people, Not knowing this was the beginning Of our greatest journey. We met, and then, we had to leave But too late A die had been cast, Our lives now entwined. 2: The First…