Sometimes I sleep too much
because it shows me things
I'll never see awake

We cut one another
Down to the very flesh
While we miss each other
Deep inside our bones

Isn’t that ironic?

And one day when you grew tired of turning,
only to find no one there,
tired of ransacking your mind
for positive thoughts to keep afloat,
you reached out to me
motioning for me to enter your life
and put an end to self-doubt,
to blanket you with my touch, my kiss, my soul.

in order to write poetry that doesn't spiral into despair
i must listen to the birds
and in order to listen to the birds
the war planes must be silent

My words may not be beautiful.
My words may not be sweet.

At times I cry because the words I write and type are not the same words I speak in reality.

When anger, guilt or sadness comes over me, I do not want to be well- spoken.

I want to be well heard without having to repeat myself.

Character development.
Let's call it development.

Deep breaths

*

It is all character development.

A
Blues song
Is sung

I cry
With the
Memory

I may not believe in a god(s)
But that does not mean that I do not have a religion

I believe in poetry