ANGST

A. Alive, I feel alive. I feel alive, in this moment and in this poem. I am alive. I am everything I’ve dreamed of, anything at all, I can be. I am the moon, controlling the tides, I am the tides, washing ashore, I am…

Lay hands on me

Place ur hands over my head Heal my mind Close ur hands over my face Make my beauty shine Cover my heart with ur healing hands Take my pain away Heal me Feel me under my skin The power to heal The love can do…

Painted Love

Carefully he chose his brush and painted her with ease. A bit more bright yellow, he gave the tube a squeeze. In her wavy, brunette hair he dobbed wispy bows of blue. Then on her dress he splashed red hearts of I love you! He…

The Day We Were Silent

Nothing compares to Silence Not speaking at the wrong time Sitting and to hear nothing Can breathe life Back into the room Silence Lay here Finally enjoying the moment Created Understanding happiness Can come in all Forms

Hour Four: Wolf Crown

if the predator felt the sting of infinity, his pelt brushed against my skin, warmed me to the core. I went for the wolf crown, adorned in diamonds and lust, must have been  tragic,  escaping from his mouth, with carnage and sharp teeth, his howl…

Angst

Palpable Permeates my psyche Visions of what is to come Visions of what is not there Anticipation of the unknown impossible to contain cold sweat hairs at attention pinpricks all over my skin, at the nape of my neck bursting silvery taste of metal on…

Poem 7– Struggling with Angst

I am all but the Happiness I portray, But I keep smiling, Hoping for a better day, Life travels everywhere But in the distance I choose, I forbid fighting battles, I always lose. Anxiety of trying too hard, Confused on playing the right card. Fear…

Hour 7- I Hate People

I hate people No I loathe them Especially when they are in cars They do not look Do not use their blinkers Run through red lights like they don’t exist I cannot tolerate people In shopping carts Blocking the aisles digging for pennies In the…

darkness

We learned in science class that nothing grows when it is dark which is where I have been hiding stunted for the past 15 years when I stopped being perfect and became who I am 15 years later The sun is finally shinning and I…

Parts in Hiding (Hour Seven)

I was somehow afraid That I’d blow their minds, (Wide, WIDE!) And they’d never recover, If I let them see. So I hid favorite parts of myself, Masking truth to keep them comfortable In what they thought they knew, All the while, knowing I was…