Haiku #6

My mem’ries are doors. All I have to do is knock And they turn for me.

Poem #1: Shapeshifter

Sometimes I wish I could melt like ice And then freeze back together To form a new shape. Then when things got too hot I could take a different shape And start again.

Shed

Pretty as can be, I feel sorry for her. While the physical seems in tact, her emotional state is out of whack. With each man, she bids farewell to another piece of herself. Never really touching life, just watching from a dusty shelf. Fed up…

Lost and found

Lose yourself in the magic that YOU are. We all walk the same road, uniquely, and made it thus far. Without variety, we would be of no use. Grab a mirror, sit down, to yourself, re-introduce. 24 hours of sanity, or lack there of. Finding yourself drunk off…

Dementia’s mind

Locked inside a strangers mind, they wait. In search of treasured memories, they wait. Speaking to loved ones they no longer recognize, they wait. Playing a lone game of seek and find, they wait. Scared the second control loses grip, they wait. Masking forgotten words with…

Loner minus the lonely

Fortunately for her, she was a loner. Never concerning herself with the midnight luxuries so many chased, the constant need to remain fast paced, solitude was her place. What consumed her now was of thicker value. Tighter knots of wisdom and robust intellect. Speaking her…

Naked Soul

The first drop is always the most courageous. Leaping from the hands of God, a place of perfection, Falling faster and faster, with the speed of no direction. Lack of malice, holding no contention, sweetly, softly, landing peacefully kissing my forehead, caressing away my tension….

She was the color

In a world of black and white, she was the color. By not her vivid beauty, yet by the smile, through her suffer. Poised in her position, authentic in her vision. Never altered by her ego, faithful to all her words written.        …