The texture of my sick days Curled up in a shriveled pile Blankets to my body so riveted My body fought off an invader of bile My head hung low and unspirited Awakening rejuvenated, not so much nonetheless a lingering glossy shine […]
I swim in a tizzied dizziness Where can I hide and be free? Be free of anxiety, fear and week knees Stomach growls, rips, and grumbles My eyelids droop and mightily fumble I swim in a tizzied dizziness The legs hopelessly twist and tangle The […]
Reach for the stars while the heart wheezes Flush the flesh Bite the foot Syomp the hand Belt out a lyrical storm Primp the surrounding green sea Fiercely piercing the wide-eyes pupils The lightning flashes hand-whisk the mind While the heart wheezes on by Go […]
This boiled calm is haunting There is nothing Nothing Nothing at all The pained breathing Deafening Then it is still This boiled calm Haunting An unforgiving mill There is nothing Nothing Nothing left at all
There are four sides to every door Ponder from which direction you will turn the knob Deep within you must explore your willing waged war Knowing some paths will lead you to sorrow and sob Those that shine bright with contoured purpose May not be the […]
I’m on the ledge of balance: Adieu The past couple of months, I have been experimenting with poems, haikus, photography and flash fiction. I have loved the thrill of pushing past my writing comfort zone. Some have turned out well and gotten recognition; while others-well, you know. […]
Mimi’s Day Summed up in a Haiku Morning chores galore Boozy lips pontificate Hazily run home
Little Room in the Wind Standing firm on the swaying earth Concrete and nature are holding hands Filled with goodwill mirth Sprouting understanding from the land Seeking refuge in the templed room Cheeks kissing the floor Breath out the gloom Build up your empowered core
I’ve run so far away from you Looking back I don’t know what I see We were once a welcomed whole Now we are memory fragments From the rocky nest I flew To catapult a hungry, weary knee In and around many a rocky dust bowl […]
Great Expectations: Bathe in Truth Cream The door is smeared with bloody prints The floor is littered with smashed-up dreams Madness lies in the furrowed squints A hundred ideas wasted on the blasted regime Brush out the deviled lint Fly up above the horrid stream Muddy waters always […]
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