I want to be... A flower I want to plant my roots Deep inside the muddy earth I want to stretch my leaves High above the azure sky I want my petals to sing With the birdsong drifting On the morning air To stand with my stem Waving Free
Category Archives: Poetry
This is a house with butterfly wings
Kept in clear plastic baggies
Covered in layers of dust
They lay unattached
Waiting to be discovered by someone
Is for You
You make my heart beat
You cause my lungs to inhale
You formed me from nothingness.
You decided to make me a lost child –
worse than fatherless.
You kept me safe.
I remember finding You,
I remember the first time I read Your words
I had just been admitted to hospital
a mental hospital
And my tears could have brought forth rivers within days,
You heard my cries,
and answered my wordless prayers.
You were with me.
You’re always with me.
This soul was vapid.
A product of loveless lovemaking,
The girl child spent youth watching her mother
Take care of other people.
Enable other people.
Having been put on the back-burner
to simmer on low,
She began to raise herself.
Growing inward – shy, quiet
a b o o k w o r m
A nerd with one friend who was also a nerd.
Heroin needles under the sofa.
Raging drunk beating down the front door.
This was normal,
everyone grew up like this.
No longer a shy quiet bookworm –
A simmering pot
if forgotten long enough
will eventually begin
Now filled with armor,
an armor of rage
of “I’m fat but I’m funny.”
She spent her teen years in this state.
An unnatural ebb and flow of weight,
Brought her into her twenties.
A reason to find God.
Heavy with love.
There were nothing but bones left
In my bed
And the whisper of love
A sticky sweet remembrance
Of our brief time together
I rolled over to smell your pillow
Quickly turning cold
Your scent fading
As my heartbeats slowed
And passion gave way to melancholy
I heard you pull out your guitar
Could feel the nervous plucking
I wished for a cigarette
We each have our own way