i, the honey bee
travel broadly for sweet nectar
through meadows of honeysuckle
near springs framed with lilies
over hilltops swaying with poppies
i travel near
some days far
searching for my next sip
one that makes it worth the trip
my favorite place to go
is to the hive at night
nestled in the comb
knowing that my honey will provide you with delight
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
past lives reemerge
they pound piercingly on your door
call your number
shout your name
demanding a reaction
needing to be heard
a runner will hit the ground without hesitation
never feeling safe
a runner knows one thing
that one thing is
to vacate
however, I have heavy heels
that dig me in deep
when the runner keeps on running
I tend to sink
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
if the ocean were to take you
i'd jump in after you
i’m a pretty decent swimmer
yet not one that can save
the waves are stronger than my will
but i’d tread ice cold water
to hold you close once more
the tides can pull us under
the current can drag us out
the seaweed can wrap us closer
i'd have neither fear nor doubt
i'm sure we'd find Atlantis
or possibly grow some gills
i'm sure love under water
is an even bigger thrill
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
love is shown is many ways
not just with kisses and hugs
open invites into their home
regardless if it’s day or night
supporting their dreams
even when you don’t understand them
assuming their intentions are good
not having to examine the outcome
getting excited for them
even when you don’t directly benefit
caring for them deeply
even when you feel hurt
believing what they say
with zero doubt in your mind
baking them their favorite treat
even though you hate it
setting healthy boundaries
encouraging them to as well
sitting down and listening
really listening without judgement
admitting when you’re wrong
taking responsibility over your actions and behaviors
love is many things
even letting them go
when you know you’re holding them back
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
the word mother
fills me with uncertainty and obligation
i’m weighed with the pressure to
love the woman who birthed me to life
despite her many conditions for loving me
she requires silly things
wants me to
prove my love
asks that i call her
everyday
i don’t
because of that
she thinks i hate her
i don’t
most days
i wish i could
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
the strength of my love
has me weak beyond belief
i need to run back
to you
but my knees seem to quake
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
the sun knows not to fully leave the clouds
only to peek through
sending a few rays earth side
a guiding light for few
the sun knows that all light and no rain
kills crops
burns skin
in turn harming the ones
the sun loves the most
the sun knows that a few bright days are alright
freckles are nice
but all sun
all the time
is too much light
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
sunken in couches at coffee shops
have been loved too much
by too many
cushions gone lumpy
legs that can no longer support weight
coffee stains that will never come out
though there’s been many that have loved it
there hasn’t been one that has loved it enough
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
The watch I gave you on our 3rd year anniversary has suddenly stopped working
I wonder if our time is up too
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
much like the sea glass that I wear on my ring
I too was rough
broken from its whole
sharp edged
too jagged to be held
eventually discarded
it wasn’t till the rough seas shaped me
eroded my body
smoothed my soul
drove me to the shoreline
then
I found my worth
from man made debris
to a nature shaped treasure
I have been molded by my environment
polished into a gem
smooth enough to be held
nice enough to be kept
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC