Tag: poem
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The sun and moon
Looking up at the changing evening sun to the moon filled sky I wonder if their love story is like the story of you and I I wonder if the sun thinks the moon must be a star too Because the air between them, though twinkling, is still darker than blue So the moon is…
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The End of You And I
Maybe you’re wondering why I have not written the end to the story of you and I It may be because even though I have tried my pen slips on the words Scared of the feelings nobody has ever heard but to say goodbye just feels too soon Or maybe illumination will happen under this…
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Defense Mode Activate
Through small moments Stop and refocus Drop the pen Pick it up again Pencil marks Bleeding hearts Erase the mistake So that you won’t break You won’t make it You’ll just fake shit Drop the mic Bring down the light We’re in a battle Not your average cattle May wear the clothing Take this as…
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What Lived On The Surface
My feelings and emotions were a torrential avalance Tumbling recklessly without any reservation or knowledge of impact Geared like a rocket ship that didn’t know it was going to the moon trained like a soldier who never signed up for war My mind was a waterfall with a never ending cascade of thoughts Some days…
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I’ll never be her
I’ll never be her Not a Ms Conture Not a bombshell girl No hair with a pretty swirl I’m not center stage Barely Ms minimum wage Not the show stopper Though I’ll bring a party popper I’m not graceful in heels Covered in grease working on wheels I’m not good at faking a personality So…
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Opening The Layers
I’m done with assuming you know what I’ve been through So though I’m scared let me type it all out for you When I was a baby I was left- for the high of parenthood wasn’t high enough It was hard but I was adopted by people who cared so it was a little less…
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Gypsy
That overwhelming feeling I’m about to be moving again I have to remind myself that this is not the end The curtains haven’t closed and stories beg for a climax I have to remind myself of all the things I can try next Bonds to be mended and memories to make precious Because it’s not…
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This Heart Of Mine
See the thing is I have this heart that’s just plain squishy Sometimes it can be a wee bit pushy But it’s also patient like a mom watching her kid grow Understanding to get from one point to another a river must flow Being raised in a desert rain is something it yearns for Doing…
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Consistency in Stability
As I type this I’m hoping for, like the title hints at, consistency in stability Though I find myself remembering my need for mobility How God has given me a constant state of sanity My list of demands could be a mile long though I’ll let it be When food came from strangers and shelter…
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From the Heart of a Beast
My love for you is like one of those things that never made sense but in the end it didn’t have to Because instead of telling you how I felt I crafted you a heart in my toolshed out of sticks and glue I wonder if you only knew what it feels like for me…
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Off The Top
Off the top of my head I could name a few dozen things I find charming about this dang guy Then this leads me down a rabbit hole where I find myself writing books about his heart A few dozen songs about how his soul dances serendipitously with mine A handful of novellas where the…
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To the Poet with the Wild Eyes
Breathing in when lifes woes come and go like waves Deciding to be the hand that reaches out and saves You had a million paths to take and so many places to be Somehow in these final moments you managed to find me Meaningful ink etched into skin to remind us why you’re here Now…
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This hole that’s left
Inside these ribs there is an empty space It’s not left because of a hopeless chase Instead there is this hollow crevice For if it was full what I could give would be less I portioned it out so carefully and precise Wrapped up with a bow so they’d look nice The biggest piece for…
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Lonely
I wonder what it feels like to be held tightly like a secret but worn proudly like a badge of honor I wonder what it feels like to have someone proudly declare to all who ask yeah that’s her I wonder what it feels like to find a person I’m entirely sure God crafted specially…
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A Serenade for the Ghost of a Lover Boi
Words go through my fingertips to a keyboard hoping to leave reminants for you to remember me by Because one day I’ll join you in the nethers of the realm of ghosts and I don’t want you to cry We have no photos to remember our times together just still frames in our memory banks…
The Journey 