Seasons of Me

As a lil’ one I dreamt of things Yet to come   Spoke to Spirits Those that would Listen   Sensing ~ There’s something wrong With Me   Praying to a vengeful God Who, supposedly would save me   Fascinated by flickering flames And the…

Dead Poets Society

“O Captain! My Captain!” Always makes me think of classroom rebellion Standing on desks Ripping out inconsequential sections of books Trying to find the truth The actual truth hidden in the words Instead of what Our teachers always want us to think

Identity Crisis

Have you ever lost yourself? Searched for yourself in so many people, Hoped that in the heartbreaks the pieces of you, Stayed with them. And now you want to play a Humpty dumpty. But even that cannot put you back together again. Flood yourself with…

Season of Change

Strange cosmic winds blow across the sands of our time shifting them into new patterns Sychronicities surge sending signals and signs Old sins of humanity repulse the populace Nations repent for horrible history that keeps getting repeated Differences are celebrated as we discover how much…

Sutures

Sutures Sometimes, my head fills with anger, festers toxic wounds, scars scab a paralyzing fear; I feel like my inner seams are ripping apart. That’s when I take pen to paper allow myself to bleed onto the page, let it seep into creases to form…

After these acts, Smile

After these acts, Smile I want to know if Earth asks for a taste of waters within you. Tell me if there’s another thing other than what I know. What does it ask of you this time? What tells you you cannot be a bird,…

hour 8 prompt 8 (emoji poem) synecdoche

hour 8 prompt 8 Emoji poem   synecdoche   I guess that’s what synecdoche is: <3 <3 love hearts in short texts instead of phone calls to say I love you when distance or dis-ease keeps us farther apart (in parts) than the laws of…

The Pharisee

Mine is a rudderless vessel guided by a Pharisee wind – the breath that no one sees but me. He was there at the porch that day I knocked and said nothing.