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…

I keep to myself, shut out the world, revealing my true nature in verse. Neither sense nor rationality can explain my gut feeling, my curse. For me, my emotions ride deep within the growth of the shepherd’s purse. Judge me not for I require stability…

Buckle up, bitches And get ready to ride You just might need stitches You best say goodbye. From what life has taught me Through my ins and my outs Jutting through the expanse to see To witness what it’s all about One minute I’m jovial…

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…

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…

Endings. Peace and quiet. They’re anything but, The raging storm that breaks through a ship. They’re the grand culmination that completes your journey. I would be lying if I ever dared to say to you that, I hate them with my whole heart. I adore…

Every day, at the witching hour I do this chore expected not by anyone but me and my doctor if left uncorrected. I spend my last vestige of energy doing leg lifts. Up, down, in and out, In a loop, day in and out.. Leg…

In times of old, a woman’s worth was quite easy to define If she was “good” and didn’t speak or step one foot out of line. If she served her husband or her country that was plenty for the time. Still, a woman could be…

Change Virginia Carraway Stark Do you feel How everything happens Now and then Without Knowing Change just comes Creeping in Pouncing On heavy feet Who knows what is Coming next Never knowing Always growing Hoping That what comes next Is better than the last

Moonlight and poetry Virginia Carraway Stark I dreamt I wrote a poem It was stuck in a moonbeam I couldn’t get it out Just gazed at it in longing Thinking That If kisses Were like poetry That could get stuck in moonbeams They would be…