What does it cost to be nice to me? Let's be clear. Perhaps, your pride that you hold so dear, perhaps, those words that you could to make sure none go to waste - perhaps all those unhealthy things swimming around on your plate? I've searched for answers and sure its true, but I can't … Continue reading The Cost / There is life and then there is this…
We'll get right to it...no foreplay with poetry tonight, something's bothering me. So...I'm having a conversation with a friend or devil's advocate - can't really tell right now and he said some stuff to me that has me over here in my feelings. Like, I'm upset and probably shouldn't be...well I wouldn't really call it … Continue reading Miffed! And NaNoWriMo 2018 closing thoughts…
Ocean upon ocean amass into a soft subtlety of blue-green, miraculously condensed into two small pools - of which I am lost in. Drifting away on a vision - spun of your gaze set upon me. If only these waves would cease to roll through me, I could capture the whole raging sea in … Continue reading Sea Water / Sick Days
So remember when I said I was going to go write?? Now we have a fresh pot of coffee and a chocolate cake....that I made....and I'm currently glancing at a movie called The Cured. My notebook isn't even open and I've been on Facebook and texting various friends about it and other things that don't … Continue reading Let’s talk about some stuff…
I don't sleep and when I do, it's a silent ritual performed in the midst of a day worn and put to rest. If I were the sun, I would rise and shine on you, make each day brand new - give you the breath of freedom with each dawn and brighten your spirit until … Continue reading I Don’t / Distraction Central…
A little more than tired, I stretch my arms and yawn, no sun on my face, rain clouds break the skies, body sore, creaking with age and weather, just glad that I have you and that we, will remain here together. ~~~~~ Cozy socks, a nice warm sweater and a cup of hot coffee - … Continue reading Tired /Feast Day 2018
He wanted to make a mess of me, from head to toe, But chose my lips. Sweet sultry givers of life Honey dipped, rose laced, succulents. Supreme speakers of A heart over thrown by lust…and Cherry Chapstick. On whose mouth, my affections might be received, a heart beat With such a strong pulse that it … Continue reading Cherry Chapstick / I’m a mess…
