Every wrong relationship Could have us believingLove is a weaponLove is a lock…
Yes, I think you’re cuteand funny and warmand I love that.But I don’t want you or need you.You are not a “thing”…
I didn’t wish for youbut everything you arefeels as if I did
Our lives are full of Doors. Portals — some familiar and welcome, others mysterious and curious. Others still lead to fear and anxiety — even…
I have something to sayso largeso dangerousit might destroy the world
The Voice
I am a voice but don’t have a sound,Mostly my parents are internal pain and wound.I…
Let me love you,I have nowhere else to go.I see infinity in your smile.
We were Rivendell, a place of peace and joy.I was your fair elf maiden, and you my brown-eyed boy.Troubles we had, but we had…
for sara, for jillian
We were at a bar in the middle of the day. You were trying to tell me something. About how things had changed. I didn’t…
Your face was pressed to the nape of my neck as you held me close and whispered in…
How strange
to be human —
I’m sick to my stomach — is it merely my useless fate?Or your pathetic excuses —…
This is not a flameof flickering fingerscarbon & consuming
My girlfriend no longer wanted to be with meI was sadI was brokenI was alone
Did you landscape your interior,Trim the verge and coiff your hair?I want your…
Poetry Sunday
Slow steps forward, in a war
That moment when I saw you and decided that you are the one
Her skin is pale, neither sickly nor porcelain, stretched across a vessel that grows wearier each day. The soles of her feet ache…
I am more broken than I thought’Cause after all the battles that I’ve foughtI find it hard to set myself freeTo accept the…
Those feelings back thenThe familiarityAffectionCare
I thought if you had seenthe thorns on my heartyou wouldn’t have grasped itso freely.
Say you crazy!the whole day we spend chatting,have been dropping hints…come, kiss me.
You are so in lovewith loveMy LoveMy oh myHow far we’ve comefrom love — Dear sweetDeliciousLoveThe kind of lovethat…
poetry sunday
Cultivate love’s soil,Watering seeds and pluckingWeeds — discussing needs.
Buried deep under a heapIt survives, so we may reapThe fruits of unconditional loveLike a waterfall, it falls from above