Sharing sweat, saliva, each other
Naked in body and in emotion,
It’s so much more than an act of lust
It’s trust, love, closeness
It’s the rhythm of synchronized movement
The reliance on familiarity
And the beating of two hearts as one
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 8:03 PM UTC
Awake your soul
dance with your heart
hope with your dreams
Sing with sun
twitter with the birds
glide with the water
Move with the wind
freedom is yours
if you'd only learn to grasp it
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
My English teacher says
all poems are deep and complex
and all poets formulate poems with careful scrutiny
over the course of days, weeks, months
But I say
there are beautiful poems
that take hours to write
and there are poems that spill over from the heart
and onto the page:
the poems that we write through tears, sobs, hysteria, glee, laughter, sunshine, rain
All poems were not carefully formulated
but they're all beautiful regardless
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC
inside my windy turmoil
I stand in the eye
trying to keep my balance
and hoping, somehow, I'll fly
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC
The old tree on Maple Lane stood unwavering on the cold December night
that the young girl ended her plight
it creaked sorrowfully
as the child that once swung from its ancient limb
was buried on that evening so grim.
The old tree on Maple Lane danced to the rhythm of the wind
that glided all about, completely undisciplined
it flowered wonderfully
as the joyous winter that brought it innocence
was replaced with a warm immanence
The old tree on Maple Lane
had seen so much beauty
and so much pain
The old tree on Maple Lane
was completely beautiful and wise
Until it was slain.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
the truth is
i write poetry
because i dont know how i feel
until i put pen to paper, and my emotions become real
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC