There’re occasions when I spend more time with my wishful thoughts than my realistic ones, Because sometimes I wish things could be different; Also because…wishing isn’t wrong, as long as I’m able to accept the possibility that wishes won’t always meet reality in the middle – Still, I miss the times when everything was so …
You always say You hope you didn’t do to me What you know You already have. Is that on purpose, or did you mean it once?
My poetry is a little dark; Because I like to illuminate my shadows instead of carrying them with me.
The vines and the trees Always convince me I need things, like ice cream and chicken wings… I don’t. Swinging with one, swaying with the other; Thinking’s hard done with half-mast and full glass. Solace entwined in the branches – flowering through my mind. 03 April 2020
I wanted to write so I tried to but all that happened was I sat there, thinking about why I was taking so long to do nothing.
I spill forth my intentions, Always mindful of the energy my words move. No matter where, on crowded bus, in workspaces shared with others of brilliant mind, In my own safe mental landscapes; I am perpetually and almost obsessively aware that even my quietest murmurings cause great stirs in the cycles of Universe and sky. …
I remember your lucidity like my name; I can never forget how full of moxie you once were… Now, a shell with traces of you deep within – I’m trying to find the her I know, She’s hiding from us, but so dearly do we all miss that quiet strength, that… beautiful energy that always …
My quiet lift settles onto me – a warm blanket that washes over and around me like a soothing bath… Energy whispers along my chakras; Mind settles, and then sleep – dreams coming to lift me higher.