December 2011
1 post
1 tag
I Fear I'm Falling into the Fold
Fading into others
when once, I stood alone.
No longer a stronghold to tie us together.
Only mesh
seemingly stringing us along.
September 2011
2 posts
3 tags
When I think of you
I remember me
me the way I used to be.
I blush
with embarrassed heat
thinking of all the things I held true
only for you.
I’m better
I’ve learned.
Holding it together
I step above the absurd.
Who are you?
What have you gained?
Will you allow yourself to feel the same?
Simply reach out
and refuse to be short changed.
3 tags
You're still not over me...
Seriously?
We’ve been apart twice as long as we were together in the first place.
Yet, you pace.
Your growth shunted.
You fall from grace,
out of place.
You’re emotionally stunted.
Forget me
OR
Move on.
You deserve more for yourself, it’s time.
Forget the con.
Be bigger
and better, than a pawn.
There’s still time to recreate your life, before the dawn.
August 2011
1 post
2 tags
I Find
it’s hard to see
the signs,
or read the minds
of those
left behind.
May 2011
1 post
2 tags
I Hate Breaks
They ache
make my insides quake
at the onset of starting over
and again.
Just see it through
and be wooed
by dawn
breaking anew.
February 2011
7 posts
2 tags
Thwack, Thwack
the rhythm of my feet.
My heart beats
panting,
my stride extending.
Arms bend
reaching,
fists clenching.
Droplets of hard work
spilling,
my warm face flushed
exhilarating.
2 tags
The din of laughter in the next room
pales in comparison,
to the deafening silence in my head.
2 tags
Shut up Shut up Shut up!
Do you think before you speak?
Do you imagine the impact of your words, as ignorance spills from your lips?
Stubborn self involvement tumbles with each syllable.
Your small mindedness
is poisonous.
And I refuse to drink,
as you speak before you think.
2 tags
Stuck Stuck Stuck
stuck in a rut.
A muddy muck
of soupy sayings
all said before,
but the word choice was poor.
Words Words Words
all too absurd.
Still sticking
thinking
blinking.
2 tags
With Chairs That Sink
and pretty feet that don’t stink
an awkward talk begins.
A sunlit yard with questions abound,
answers overcome by air strip sounds.
What makes me tick?
My quirks.
Misogynistic Smurfs.
2 tags
You're a slippery slice
Sliding your serrated slants
slowly
along my skin.
2 tags
Challenging me
with your furry stick arms.
You rear,
on your many sets of hind legs.
Ready and waiting.
Awaiting, my move
with quiet combat.
January 2011
7 posts
2 tags
It's not so deep
but it bleeds like a well.
So I suck.
My mouth fills with the mineral taste of iron.
Tannic on the tongue.
Pulsing,
my heart beats in my head.
3 tags
Thirsty
Parched,
fallen apart.
Desire
hoping to quench the fire
of dread,
in my heart.
Heavy.
Needing
that feeling.
That buzz,
so appealing.
2 tags
Crumbling mumbling
Soggy and damp.
Withered, tired
bent on lament.
Twisted and gnarled
curled in a ball.
Wailing wanting,
waiting to fall.
2 tags
You glide with ease through your home
Encased enchantment
waiting to reveal it’s lusciousness.
Red and creamy,
Pale and pout-y.
Sliding slowly over my lips
covering me with your colorful glaze.
So I may gain, gazes of my own.
3 tags
I hate you I hate you, you itch
You nagging bitch!
buried inside the deep folds of my soft pink throat.
You throb.
Scritchy-Scratchy
frustration, chaos and coughing driving me batty!
I need another Ricola…
3 tags
Rites of writing rights
I write
for the right
to write
what I say.
To feel and emote
something new
each day.
So write not what’s right
but what’s true
only to you.
And feel
what’s real
so when you write
it’s always right.
3 tags
So I'm Late...
It’s January 5th,
everyone has already chosen their big resolution,
their glorious life change,
their newest
bestest
project.
So I’m Late…
Here’s my project,
my poem,
my mental bulimia for today.
What tomorrow brings?
Who’s to say.
I pray,
this time
it sticks.
November 2010
3 posts
3 tags
In honor of the passing of my beloved Grandmother
When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little—but not too long And not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared Miss me—but let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take And each must go alone. It’s all a part of the...
2 tags
Oh Henry
A tiny spider lives in my house
I named him Henry.
When I wake I find him there sitting above my office chair.
Instead of sleep he waits
and baits
flies to his web.
2 tags
Close encounters of the eight legged kind...
Slowly you slide down
silken thread,
casting silhouettes larger than yourself.
Spindly legs rhythmically
dance on diagonals.
Silently,
with a gentle drop,
you perch on my knee.
October 2010
3 posts
4 tags
Sit, Stay, good girl...
I think
I drink
I sit and I quit
I’m quiet and pensive
and wonder if it’s mental.
Is it real
what I feel
or do I choke
on a joke
and stay without pay
to feel what I fear.
3 tags
I like to listen...
to the squeaky creak of brakes, squelching through water logged streets.
I wait
with baited breath for crush of chrome and metal.
No crunch
No horns
just the whisper of tires hydroplaning on thin mist, through the fog.
3 tags
Construction Cacophony
Waking up to the whirring of mechanical monsters
constantly clanking as they chew their concrete breakfast boulders.
The metal wall heater in my house vibrates and shakes
the metal fillings in my head rattle and ache.
Beep
Beep
Beep
Bleep you, truck!
Silence and sleep are things of my past. Excedrin is my present.
August 2010
4 posts
2 tags
And I ran, I ran so far away...
White wings sprout from my black back,
I hit my stride.
The dirt kicked up from my heels sticks in a fine film to my sweat covered body.
Dripping
Spitting
My inner thighs shake,
stomach, quakes
eyes flutter.
Swallow back the urge to spill,
and press on.
2 tags
Summer
The creaking of a cricket like a kid’s rusty toy.
A fly’s wings flap at a deafening pace.
Children sound,
as I smell sun-kissed winds from a sprinkler.
2 tags
Sneeze
Thrice a sneeze is good luck indeed
A double sneeze brings a fair weather breeze
Beware the single sneeze
for they blow all alone.
2 tags
Finders Keepers
I found a piece of you on me,
from a passionate time
entwined.
July 2010
2 posts
2 tags
Buckhorn
The soft tinkling of ice in a tin whiskey cup echoes in the vast wilderness.
A dull rush of water rumbles,
as gravel crunches beneath my boots
and the paws of the sly coyote.
3 tags
The Deftones is music to listen to...
While eating a rare porterhouse steak, then stabbing your Full Frontal inmate with the bone.
While driving fast, faster then you should.
During a break up During a make up
When life makes you scream When death is no longer an option
June 2010
1 post
3 tags
Lonely hours
Stalk slowly by as I await your return
seconds tick rhythmically
echoing inside my weary head.
Waiting
Wanting
your arms, enveloping my body,
curling into the place where only I am meant to fit.
Drinking in your smell,
your prescense.
My empty home filled with only memories
and clothing.
Left as reminders of things to come.
Awaiting the day where you will wake me,
instead of the...
May 2010
9 posts
2 tags
Why is the mini van man so angry?
Is it the six screaming kids in your back seat?
Or the chicks you know you’ll never pick up and meet?
Why must you drive so aggressively?
Does the extended cab shorten your masculinity?
2 tags
Blackout
Three hours lost in a soupy dense fog,
like tar oozing through time.
Not thinking,
still sinking.
2 tags
You're late
You’re late
as I lay in wait
to satiate
your claims to me
as bait
for your date.
In time
you’ll be mine
I find
my mind is without mate.
3 tags
Fog
Streaky.
Up and down
feeling the 65mph intake.
Slowly, I bake
exhale.
Inwardly, I wail
Don’t tell me it’s fog.
3 tags
Just Us
I forget when it’s just us
When we kiss
I miss
When we touch
And it’s not him and her and his
It’s just us
And you taste like peppermint chapstick.
3 tags
Hot Tub
I sit
soaking in fragrant bubbly water.
I stay
until the water turns cold and I let it drain around me.
I’m left
staring into my concave overflow drain
showing the Escher Me,
naked, distorted and alone.
4 tags
Stab wounds are the worst
Stab wounds are the worst.
They splurt slowly when they bleed.
They ache for days.
They always need stitches.
Can you ever be sure how deep the wound goes?
Or when the blade was last cleaned?
If ever?
1 tag
Ouch, you stupid piece of...
What are you?
I felt you
I stepped on you with my soft bare feet
I do not
Can not
See you.
What are you?
Why…
3 tags
Oh, where or where have my little bugs gone?
What happens to the bugs that live on my bathroom floor?
If they die, where are their bodies in the morning?
How do they escape when I latch my windows each night to keep burglars at bay?
What happens to the bugs that live on my bathroom floor?
Do they go on walkabout throughout my house?
Settling in with their young into the deep recesses of my carpeting.
What happens to the bugs that live...