Don't be scared to try because you're scared of falling;
Scrapes heal and life happens anyway.
May 21, 2023
May 21, 2023 at 10:13 PM UTC
The sweat
The tapping
The squeeze
The timing
The breath
The holding
then comes -
The inward mapping
Draw in, breath out
Pull in, jump out
A chance, a dream
A dance... a resolution-
Romance;
A rose, purple or violet, followed by a trumpet
that says- good, not perfect.
May 8, 2023
May 8, 2023 at 7:41 PM UTC
Life is but chance and a few rain drops
granulated what if's and why -
knots us in a circuitous march.
With trumpet sounds that blur the lines
between ups and downs and lefts and -
writes no formula to sojourn by.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
Thrown off the beaten path,
I'm slowly surrendering to lull of
insouciance that slithered into my limbs.
Heart palpitates, then settles
dampened by the trickle of rain outside;
time still runs like she does.
Always forward never back:
to do, to be, to say, to sweat, to grind,
to chase,
to chase,
to chase...
To what end?
Until we run out of breath?
Or we can sit, and wait, and ponder...
to what end?
Until we run out of breath!
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 5:51 PM UTC
I thought that I could keep changing my name
until I found the one that fits.
The name that will make me stand tall,
be bold. Not fold...
Aha, but...that power doesn't rest in the name
I have to garner it from within.
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 9:25 PM UTC
...
Life gives opportune moments to be taken
regardless of the fortunes left unattended.
Leaving behind unassuming faces
to be faced with the hunting of oasis.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
Believing it won't happen again
I planned to paint myself in the corner.
The little girl that could was no longer visible.
In her place is me,
too afraid to say no, too afraid to be alone.
No poetic way to say,
I run away even from my own shadow.
I Decided,
You will become my security blanket.
Relentless, unapologetic, and just conniving enough
to stay until you go.
Warm at first, then sung, then sleepless nights ensue
until it feels like I'm nestled in a straitjacket.
It will be of my own making, I'm afraid
that I'll wake up with no wiggle room.
Too afraid to say no, Too afraid to be alone.
The little girl that could, where did she go?
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 2:36 PM UTC
Melancholy Tuesday
Please comeback on Friday,
This weekly march
is somewhat fraught
with tempestuous waters
that make it hard
to surface from -
The lake of blah-ness
The sea of staleness
The nights of - no word sadness
I call it, Melancholy Tuesday
I’ll ask you to please...
Don’t leave me yet today.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
....
Absence came and hid the cracks.
Wasn't she suppose to make the heart long?
she said fonder, bolder, tighter, closer...
She lied. She formed habits designed to hide.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC