Category: Poetry

Tidal waves, of battled graves, giving up, thy soul to take, time unwell spent, journey still, in progress, time heals, mends broken, don’t give in, to giving up, my dear friends, lighten up, for life is precious, though hardest times, test our strength, for stronger strides, grasp on, not to let go, you’re made for…

Do you ever think about, the moments and times, when what could have been, has never been, and the tears fill up your eyes, just wondering about that night, a moment it felt right, and then you walked away, never to return, and now you’re thinking back, to a time in the past, wondering how…

11-03-11 Simply gazing at a black Indian ink ocean Seeping through the landscape Drawing rivers and veins Meandering into arms of eternal destruction Matchbox cars and houses Becoming matches Without the box Consumed by fire Human puppets confined To dire straits of hope Crouching to reach the mountain Tops all forecasts Cracking plaster casts A…

She plays with fire and dances with flames, leaving scars, surviving memories, learning lessons. This ball and chain she wishes to break free from – to have them tossed into a bottomless pit, to have them burned at the inner core of the Earth. “I’m only a tiny creature, ” she murmurs. “I’m powerless, powerless,…

I said it. I’m a fat black woman. I take a seat and a half on the bus, and I’ll smile my best church smile on a hundred degree day. Why? Why you think? My support bra is an oven. I got polyester riding. Pretty sure my ankles are swollen because I can’t feel my…

Taking the chance and closing my eyes to let the warm leather grainy rein be my guide. Trusting the pony this once in a lifetime you can have what you want birthday present. Daring to hold my arms out by my side gripping the hard flank with my baby fat legs. As we race past…

Why should I stop dreaming just because I’m older, Why should I not fly to that far distant realm? Why should I not think on you, oh friend of my childhood, neither love you still, who never loved me, brother without blood, yet unfading memory? The bridges you’ve burned are but wood only that any…

The winds of time blow every way but backwards, The waves move every grain of sand upon the shore and return all things anew. The river in its patient course can wear down any mighty stone, any mountain save the memory of you. I close my eyes, I see your face no more, Just a…

Sunday morning light always breaks too soon. I open my eyes and stretch, but only as a pretense. We both know I’d rather stay in bed. Already you’ve been up for hours And I wonder with a casual sense of dread Who awoke on your side of the bed – The angel I so adore,…

On Christmas Eve, I lay in front of the Christmas tree watching the toy train underneath wind merrily around the presents, content to run the same circles again and again without ever really going anywhere. Bright, twinkling lights and glittering plastic icicles blocked my view of stars winking at me in the sky beyond the…