Lifeless

Poke poke Stick and stones Shake shake My still shoulder Pull pull Hair, clothes But I stir not To live is to move To not is to cease Diseased Sickly sweet odor Rotting flesh My flesh is perfect My skin flawless Not white, but alright….

Chasing The Sky

Chasing The Sky Chasing clouds with bottled rain With hope still rising, it left a stain From bleeding colors of a bow With a promise of riches down below. The brush of clouds, fingerprints in sky Distinguished the patterns of another goodbye As wind shuffles…

My Palms

My palms are too soft Too white. Eighteen years into life Yet they are like a newborn child’s, Devoid of any callouses No marks, no creases Save the life line and such. Haven’t I toiled? Am I a stranger to life’s pain? I know I…

Oxygen

I carry my dreams Like oxygen cylinders On this one lifetime climb. Oh what a burden! Should I leave it here? It’d be easier.   No!   The air is thinning, The breaths are short, Heart beats sounding Like angry poundings on my front door,…

At World’s Ending

When the world comes crashing down You know where I’ll be, We’ll have Irish scones And wash it down with some tea. How would you like your scones, my love- Jam? Clotted cream? I hope the tea isn’t too hot, my love I hope it…

The Proposal

Two blue berries Blisteringly hot day Bluest of blue skies Blabbering blackbirds bless the morn Bling! Flashes my diamond ring At home on my finger Been there for a minute. Blood berries, blooming daffodils Two blue berries Staring unblinking Into your olive eyes.    …

Dear Future Self

The day looks bleak More bleak days to come. Dear me! How sad are times! Don’t let the bleak sadness Drag you under. Don’t flounder. Don’t be afraid to blunder Do not fear the thunder It is the lighting that kills and burns And turns…

To Grandma Pauline with Love Always

Dear Grandma Pauline, It has been years since you were called home. I miss your quiet strength, and your beautiful, kind spirit. You were always the best combination of Southern sass, heart, and grace. I remember when you would take my hand and walk with…

The Alarm Clock

Ring ring ring In sleep’s warm arms I lay I hear thee not In sweet slumber soft But you ring ring ring While the Blackbirds sing Into the mellow morning mist Perched upon dew laden branches. I drift oblivious Like a babe rocking in a…

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