Poetry

That was our thing, we would just talk about people all the time. xyzz was kind of mean like that, and I was a natural observer of people. Introverts are like that. And I was a serious introvert. I would always just watch people, observe their mannerisms, I’d try to…

Act I — An Act of Indulgence Despite the Cost It’s not exactly nutritious or bodily invigorating, but the delectable tang of ashy aftertaste with mushy monosaccharides is a delicacy known to few. Sloppy white frosting squishes out of aerated pastries, but becomes darkened by the soot of a smoldering…

I wanted to apologize to the world. — I wanted to apologize to the world. I have made every effort, reached deep inside myself, and done everything I could to achieve this, but unfortunately, I have failed. Please forgive me for this abject failure. I spent most of the evening trying to write a poem about the coming…

To be like a butterfly — Like a butterfly, tender but strong Failing the fears, I want to go on! Like a butterfly, silent and still Standing the fate, I pray to hold on! Like a butterfly, humble and happy Beaming my shines, I crave to move on! Like a butterfly, content and calm Counting my blessings…

For the week of August 12th, 2022 — I am going to change things up a bit this week. One of the big things we talk about here at Move Me Poetry is honoring ourselves through self-care. I cannot successfully lead, if I, myself, am not practicing the words I share. It is the week before trial for…

A Poem — I have been periodically plagued all my life By a malady of my own creation Its symptoms are all too familiar Mental-physical-spiritual ones Muscles in neck and shoulders tense Sore if any pressure is applied to them The stomach is sensitive and tight With a raw feeling also thrown into the mix…