Secret Love Bottled feelings and side swept glances silence the middle of our conversation. You hide the love you share, unspoken aloud. When will you try to ask if it’s reciprocated? Life is short or endless. The result ultimately leaves you breathless. So why wait?…

Second-hand Addiction The first joint… It got you. The bottle… It got you. The pills… It got you. Heroin and meth HOOKED. Watched you stumble, roll through everyone else’s rock bottom except your own. Repetitive cycle. Hooked. You don’t have a problem though— no care…

I often envision the past of my home the rustle of long skirts giving way to short fringes

EVERYTHING OR NOTHING   You can call it faith, if you like. If that’s easier than leaving the unnameable to itself.   There’s an exploration that goes beyond naming, But revelations are only for the curious.   Enmeshed in all these distinctions, refracting a reaction…

Prompt: Dance with me   Poem 16: I’ve been here for far too long with no real idea of what I’m doing or why – but I’m going to beg you to shut up and dance with me –   because I need one hell…

Communication is Bare Minimum I’m on the edge of your lips holding on to the safety in your voice. -raiseyourexpectations

Like driftwood to a drowning man. Like driftwood to a drowning man Like fresh Agege bread to a starving man Like an oasis to a parched dessert crosser Like a playboy centerfold to a horny teenager Like fresh goat peppersoup on a cold day Like…

The last of the fires had been extinguished and we had left the books required to teach the flock. We had dinner in a haze but asked the crustaceans for forgiveness before pouring butter over their boiled shells and the meat before stabbing at our…

“Fancy labels and plastic smiles, Too good to be true, Are these new pair of shoes, Design cliches and marketing lies, That fooled me thrice, And will again; Offers and brand deals, And celebrity endorsements, All to sell a cheap bottle of perfume. They are…

She cackled with joy not sure why. If something was funny she would cackle with delight. No one knows why her cackle was unique. Tickle her funny bone she’d cackle all day.