I open my hand Allowing the world to spill out Onto the ground In shards of brokenness And heartache Bitterness And self-deprecating antics- Some say there’s always hope But some things aren’t worth hoping for So,I carry on. I open the other hand And welcome…
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Thread
Caught upon the sewing A thread is found as I stitch together My heart- Not knowing I had pieced away As you hurried off Soap bubble of rainbow illusion Popped Leaving behind only traces As it dampens my skin a circular film of what it…
Balloons-Love is in the air -Poem Eight
Balloons-Love is in the air -Poem Eight Struck love for each other Besotted to be together A woman struck by the love of another A woman who took her life for her lover A man from Verona in love with a woman…
#7-What’s Normal?
Her whole life, Every breath she takes, She wants to change what’s normal, She wants to change what’s accepted. She wants people to feel like home, No matter who they love, No matter who they want to be, No matter who they are. She wants…
Normal Family -Poem Seven
Normal Family -Poem Seven Love has been the norm of my family Love has kept us together as one family Love has made us stronger as one We portray a backbone as one We may need to learn new ways begun Working…
Waiting
Love Reveals Naked truth Undressing my thoughts. Clothes slipping down into A pile on the floor ‘neath me, patiently waiting your touch. Downcast eyes flicker warmth hiding softly Fallen words, describing what you see What your heart has moved to feel within you That which…
Love Song
Sweetly sing your song, tug at the strings of my heart, breathe love with your words.
Unapologetic
There was a point in time When I used to despise myself Much to my own undoing I stripped away layers Unveiling my true self Assuming that I was loved for just that But who I was inside was never quite enough Concealed by the…
Alchemy
He takes my ores Smelts them within The blast furnace of my core The rod reddened from The heat of fever dreams Quenching the tip In the expanse of my waters Enclosed within his earth. Boiling over to subside to warmth. How love changes From…
Hour Two- The Joy of Unseen Things
Sometimes, I pretend to still be sleeping. Eyes unopened, Still wrapped around her. I revel in the snores Even when they’re deafening. The warmth of my bare chest Pressed against her bare back. Her hair tangled in my septum piercing. Not daring to…