Dear Former Self

Dear Former Self Age 14 So what if you like girls?   Dear Former Self Age 17 I know what he did to you, it was not okay. Please go tell someone.   Dear Former Self Age 21 I know you like how it feels…

Escape

Caged Bird BY MAYA ANGELOU A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow…

To myself in my youth

Dearest 9 year old self, When you meet your future best friend for the first time Don’t beat up her brother! Dear 12 year old self, Climbing trees is ok, but don’t jump out, crutches are not your friend! Poetry can bring you peace, Stay…

I Talk To the Trees

Eleventh Hour I Talk To the Trees  Trees, extend your sinewy limbs towards me. May I hide my weary spirit amongst your billowy leaves? Whisper to me the message from the Wind. What did he say, What mood was he in? As life hurls and…

Stefanie at Seven

Dear Stefanie:   Remember when you were seven; A little freckle-faced imp? You weren’t always sure-footed And often your big toe would be limp.   You liked to play with dolls And brush out their hair; And loved being on the swings Flying high into…

Midnight

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Strung out on hysterics, kissing midnight In this moonlight dancing on the red curtain, your skin, almost seems flushed with rouge As I play your body like a violin, pluck your strings Creating symphonies, rising above…

Dear Little Gina

Dear precious little Gina Never saying a word Then scream at the top of the stairs Just trying to be heard. Dear pretty little Gina The world will work out fine. In spite of how it seems The smiles will come with time. Dear precocious…

Hour Eleven – a letter to my past self…

“Dear 9 year old me” Stay in your room Let them sort it out You are not responsible It is not your fault She is sick in her mind A devil on the loose Do not open the door There is nothing you can do…

Prompt #10

Damn…That night was extra ordinary,  A stunning thick blanket of stars…. The night called in a hush  A somber reverie, A settling fog that intended to stay.  Moonbeam poured a pale milky white ray  like lights of pearls  accompanying the stars. I cradled my warm…

Temper, Temper, Temper

I am the kind if girlfriend who learns your Buttons I know when it is okay to have some fun and push them. I know when you’re not in the mood to play and this best to keep my button pushing at bay. Tonight, I’m…

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