Beer number four and poem number eight. To hell with it, I’m feeling great It’s still hotter than hell But it’s okay cause I fell Into the pool Where it was cool Away from the heat And I had a seat The water and the…
Category: Musings
Memory Of An Inspiration
I cannot say I knew this man… For I met him only once. Of course, he touched my heart; By the roles he portrayed. His death was a shock. . . To his fans, such as I. And more to those close; Where he…
I am
More than my name More than my walk More than my relationship with a man Am full in my incompleteness I ain’t the one God created next. More than the size of my waist More than the curve of my hips More than the inches…
Ocean’s of Emotions ~ a Pantoum
waves come crashing in again the tide swelling within breaking itself upon the stoney shore feelings can linger there no more the tide swelling within drowning, my heart sinks feelings can linger there no more purging, to clear it again drowning, my heart sinks waves…
stand
The critical voice is quite the crippling force don’t let it stop you
HOUR 7
THE BUFFOON Every time I see him, I writhe from within. More so, than the chill I get from disappearing glaciers. He is a no man, a figment of his own manipulation. A wart of a human being that entangles his prey in a twitter of lies. …
And How We Dance
We danced each night. In the soft moonlight. You reached for my hand; And brought me to your chest. We danced body and soul. Together as one flame. Your eyes gazed lovingly into mine; There was no spotlight, yet, we shined! We moved in fluid gentle…
Angst
Anxious to see you Nervous about the day Goosebumps head to toe as I think ahead Suffering as time all but stands still Tremble because you are in trouble. The good kind
First beer
So starts the day of drinking beers And the melting of all of my fears Where will my bravery take me? Of which inhibitions will the suds shake me? At the moment it feels like I’ll be fine And maybe I’ll have a glass of…
Different
I don’t want to be the first to say this I fret because my skin is brown Why don’t you like me? Is my hair too wild? My curls too tangled Twisted my lock at night For length and acceptance Can my skin pass the…