I am the for whom
The bell tolls today
I am a toll worthy lady
More than today
For me
The bell tolls frequently
Bells must have the ability
To toll silently
Obviously
Bells are deaf
Not me

Sitting within myself
Belief in my wholeness
Bringing my light
Letting it shine
Most of the time
There’s no way to escape
Uncertainty
Occasionally
But that is not me
I have a powerful destiny
Maybe through this poetry
And maybe after I no longer be
These poems might still speak for me

It’s not personal
You’ve got your reasons
Nothing to do with me
I don’t need to know why
There is no how
Here and now
It wasn’t even a season
Nonexistence
Can’t reasonably be missed
Can it?  
And who cares, anyway?
Unreasonable feelings are just as strong
Unjustifiably
Unknowing of you and me
Feel like it cuts so deeply
Itches unscratched
Eventually go away
Someday

Do I owe an explanation
If I disappear
Ghosting the ghost
Who never did hear
What good is a dramatic exit
Of an empty room
No doors to slam
No wheels to burn rubber
All this flim flam
Forever undiscovered
Time
Effort
Heart on a sleeve
Wasted speech as I leave
Empty

I miss the beautiful parts of you
Tender moments
And fresh air breaths
But you’ve got ugly parts, too
Angry, mean, and lots of mess
I can’t have one without the other
It’s just who you are
Uglier than beautiful
Unkind words bashing
In my skull
Pushing away against the pull
You can’t be what you are not
And I cannot be blind
I refuse to go through
Thickets of ugliness
To find a tiny field of kind

All the effort I put in
But he don’t owe me anything
This must mean I’m not a stalker
I’m just an over-talker
My crazy is kept mostly at bay
But that’s probably something
All stalkers say

Poetry is honesty
Dipped in
Chocolate
Or poo
Depending on the poet’s mood