Poetry

Where the poetry lives or dies or languishes. Whichever.

surrender

This poem took quite a few versions to be done… and you know what they say (and by ‘they’ I do mean Paul Valéry): A poem is never finished– only abandoned. I don’t like to think I’ve abandoned any of my poems, but I do need to move on. I thoroughly enjoyed celebrating relationship with…

lose

With each one,I shed loss and pare away painUntil less human and less hurt remain.Seal it, think I’m once again sane. Yet still I search rooms,Scan every view,Whisper your names,Miss all of you. If you enjoy reading my posts, please like, comment, and/or subscribe. I’d love to connect with you. Check out my other poetry.…

life reforms

I came at this poem from an antagonistic mindset. That’s right; I was angry at someone and this was supposed to be a revenge poem. But isn’t it beautiful and special how writing and poetry can heal us?

grateful

I found inspiration for this poem over a hot cup of peachy green tea.

unsteady

Body: clay, molded to imperfection, baked and glazed and baked and painted, placed at the edge of a three-legged table that shakes and shudders under no one’s touch. Mind: the table. If you enjoy reading my posts, please like, comment, and/or subscribe. I’d love to connect with you. Also, if my poems suit you, check…

fragile

If only from steel were we formedOr iron rebar, unbowed in storm.Dust-sculpted skin flakes from bone.Hearts ache from tragedy borne. If you enjoy reading my posts, please like, comment, and/or subscribe. I’d love to connect with you. Also, if my poems suit you, check out other poems I’ve written on my poetry page. © Copyright…

heart

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, they say.

consequence

This poem came to me during a dark time after I selfishly hurt someone very close to me. I wish I could say it was an accident, but I understood what I was doing. Who knew the consequences would be so excruciating? Pride Seeks to prove I am a god, So I twirl ice around…

depression is

Depression is dark dark dark. Exhaustion. Sadness. An urge to kill yourself and relieve the world of the burden of you. Never forget it. Check in on your friends. Don’t be the one to say “I never thought…. ” Think.

no one

To write authentically is to bare your hidden thoughts to the world.

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