This wanted to be a story, but it’s the last day of poetry month so I tweaked it a bit. His handshake told me secrets Tight, but not too tight Slightly calloused palms And unbelievable heat I knew in two seconds His attitude, aptitude The depth of his command And his ability to direct me …
Month: April 2014
Squeezing my eyes shut Tightly wound Breath held Contemplating my know-how Can I? A question asked Repeated on loop I’m hovering, wondering Considering my beginning Can I? Bracing At the start Propelled Compelled to Live, go, breathe, and Exhale
So rusty… There’s nothing wrong with working at Bob Evans. Just like there’s nothing wrong with admitting you dropped out of college. My mother told me that the day I called crying because I was failing out of school. My tears dried up, packed my dorm room up, and got a job waiting tables. Now …
This is me My self-loathing, self-pity, lack of self-worth AND my self-imposed celibacy Pick a problem from the list Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Am I falling in love? Falling to pieces? Fallen in to Oz… Question mark I’m full of them Searching for an explanation for my rampant emotions They’re running away with my logic They’ve …
No longer sacred This space is less mine Instead someone else’s refuge Where will I hide if not here? My holy spot darkened Robbed of my sanctuary I search for a new place Hoping to find safety In a different familiar
Taking advantage Using without regard I’ve been used Body, mind, heart Each part marked My being weary I’m cautious to a fault Unable to love Unwilling to give Solitary entity for a reason Made an island by pain Afraid… Afraid that the next one Who whispers their desire Will ravish my soul To possess my …
A memory The turn of his head The tilt of his smile I go from wondering To dreaming about his scent Lost in thoughts of him A faded awareness An old mental photograph Forever ingrained He’s left his marks On my mind, over my body His essence has altered mine If I could unravel him… …
All good things Fragile from the beginning Flourish, but eventually wither Ticking down A beautiful thing at its finish Still glowing with life in its dimming Ashes to ashes Newness found in its dust Something dewy from that finale A breath exhaled A breath inhaled And time still rambles on
Restless turning Twisted sheets Shallow dreams Choppy breathing Chatty tongue Babble, babble Dawn breaks Groggy recollections Body aches Dragging frame Unpaid debt Adding up, adding up
I usually don’t post more than once a day so forgive me this second one. Just writing what’s on my mind. Scathing Lashing, rendering helpless Her words burn Mowing down strong men Beheading with deadly accuracy Practiced cruelty? Staving off advances, discussion Utilizing an intelligent mind To dissect with ease Cut to the quick To …