Beautiful human being
Too ******* yourself
Turmoil from every direction
Losing the will to cope
Let me offer you mine
Wishes
Prayers
Hope
Take some of mine
You darling person
You deserve it

It was over
Their relationship hit the skids
Long before they got out of it
He was the one who finally vocalized
Tensely, concerned for her pride
He took the blame
And pretended to be in lots of pain
Crying and saying how sorry he was
But they have to admit they’re not in love
And so
On it goes
A couple of days
And then she shows
On his job sites
Front yard middle of the nights
Friends’ houses
Friends’ mommas’ houses
Bar he occasionally goes
If he was somewhere
She was likely to show
And he pretended she wasn’t there
While she sat in some corner chair
Seemingly extremely interested in the menu
Or a poor patron , to serve as her tool
Who just wanted an excuse to move his stool
And after a few months of this
He finally called and said “cut the ****”
But all she heard was the phone ring
And his voice on the other end
And now she’s telling everybody
“Can you believe he is still calling me!?”
And now he’s back at square one
Because she won’t accept he’s really done

I don’t respect you
Or any of your views
You’re a ******* of the highest order
But your poetry is brilliant
Which messes with my mental border
How can I possibly
Love poetry
Saying such ******* things?
But you’ve got some kinda magic
In the play of your words
The ring of your chords
Which make the absurd
Rhyme
Just this one time

I don’t blame you
The distance you keep
I’d be doing it, too
I got a lotta **** wrong with me
And I haven’t a clue
What you see
From the distance you keep
And it could also be
That you see
Better than me
My blame could be
The dot in the distance
Focused perpetually
On a reluctant fantasy
Which any smart fantasy
Would be

I asked him to go slowly
So he took it down to a crawl
When he gives me what I need
The medicine don’t go down sweet

Quokka
Poor Quokka
So misunderstood
The grumpiest beast in the
Entire world

My muse keeps taking off on me
Now I’m writing bipolar poetry
When he’s around, it’s flowy and free
But when he’s gone
It’s stuff I don’t like to see
So I need a new muse
But how does one get one at will?
Is there some sort of muse application
To find a replacement
Or do I need to wait for a cosmic event?
Are muses found
Or are they Heaven sent?
I surely know they can be lost
No idea where mine went
Please apply for the job of muse
If you’re also perfect and smart
Clever and romantic
Full of grit, and also heart
And can speak right to my soul
You might be the person to fill this role

I want to get under your skin
Infect your within
Shot of my witch’s brew
It might make you itch
Though
At first
Then thirst
You feel the spirit of me
Almost physically
Vibrationally
Thirst turns to burn
The pilot light
Is on
Fuel parasite
Maybe useful it be
We will see

You are the constant
Who I would choose
First
The yardstick of the strongest wood
Smacking up against my thighs
Filling me up with red and fire
And so what if it’s all a fake?
Only true for my own sake
Maybe I owe you an apology
For taking your apathy
So personally

You are an old soul
Beautiful and gentle
Trying to appear tough
Comfortable with the macho
And just beginning to accept
Sometimes you are weak
And that’s OK
You are showing layers of yourself
You’ve always hidden away
Unfolding like a blossom
Delicate
May be
The bush remains
Uninterestedly
Buds and blossoms
Everywhere
Old souls
Blossom unexpected
The ancient rose suddenly shows herself in
Winter
Mostly when nobody sees
Off on the side
The rose, hidden by
The snow caught in the breeze

It’s not nothing to me
Who knows what you see
Or don’t
It must be a pull of some sort
Felt in the tide
Whether you pay attention
Or not
I probably lie
Imagine you see
All this poetry
And it makes you feel
So ******* ****
You muthafuckin’
Beast

Mister
Ain’t you gonna change those clothes?
It’s a sorta cute outfit
I suppose
But pretty soon
That whole ensemble
Is gonna get up and walk on its own

Dear Tile Selector
On Words With Friends
It's clear you have an issue
Not sure what I ever did to you
But you act like my dog bit you
Did I flirt once with your man
Is he the spinner stopper on
Trivia Crack?
Cuz that spinner seems to like me
But you got it in your Scrabbly mind
That you want to smite me

I thought
By writing poetry
I'd be using words like iridescent
Or inevitability
But I'm just a blue collar girl
So I use glow
Or surely
To portray the same words
Less glamorously

You’re in an imaginary war
Against non-existent threats
Nobody is caring enough to make
You’ve created opposition
To your position
An excuse for your loneliness
The excuse becomes the cause
And habit  
So give the excuses a rest

Some days
There are shadows of spiders
Hanging peripherally
Almost to where I sort of see
And I haven’t yet figured
If they’re friendly

I might not be broken enough for him
He seems to respond to sob stories
He wants to ride in on low expectations
Held by women who
Don’t know how to choose men
Here he comes
Gentle and kind
To blow their otherwise beaten mind
Give a little confidence
Spring in the step
And he’s on to the next
Telling himself he’s such a gent

The signs were there
Chipping paint
Hard to read
Then they became
Persistant
Hard to ignore
And now they're trumpets
Blaring at your ears
But still so hard to see

I want to bring you peace
But that may be unlikely
I’m not the quiet type
I’m chaotic and flippy
All over the place
Yet steady and fun
A little too trippy
But a fun break from reality
Never hurt anyone
When I know the way
Back to sanity
Maybe you could
Go to crazy with me
And there we might find
The peace we seek

It was a set up
Really
Engineered by me
Unintentionally
But the way it turned out
So perfectly
Must have had something to do
With the Almighty
Smiling down upon me

Irritation when I see
What passes for great poetry
When front page news is made a joke
Insincere words bespoke
A trending sentiment
And everyone
Jumped on in
To melt
Up and away it went
Unfelt

Well, you're ***** and sweet
Clad in black, don't look back and I love you
You're ***** and sweet, oh yeah
Well, you're slim and you're weak
You've got the teeth of the hydra upon you
You're *****, sweet and you're my girl
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Well, you're built like a car
You've got a hubcap diamond star halo
You're built like a car, oh yeah
Well, you're an untamed youth
That's the truth with your cloak full of eagles
You're *****, sweet and you're my girl
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on (oh)
Well, you're windy and wild
You've got the blues in your shoes and your stockings
You're windy and wild, oh yeah
Well you're built like a car
You've got a hubcap diamond star halo
You're *****, sweet and you're my girl
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Well, you're ***** and sweet
Clad in black, don't look back and I love you
You're ***** and sweet, oh yeah
Well, you dance when you walk
So let's dance, take a chance, understand me
You're *****, sweet and you're my girl
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on

I used all the stones you threw at me to build and fortify
My castle
Thank you
I suppose
For being such a hassle

I might be almost ready to move away
If there is no choice
Which there seems to be not
Choice voiced
Accepted not my choice
I suppose you hope for me
To find someone who is healthy
And you will probably celebrate to see
Me writing someone else poetry
That seems to me
The kind of man you be

Getting used to the dad on you
The dad personality
Dad
Dad
Dad on you
Dad
Dad
Everything you do
All you talk about
If that makes you happy
I’m happy too
But I sometimes wish
You would still be you

Sometimes
I love a poem
So I set it free
And nobody else
Likes it but me
It brings me confusion
What am I doing?
And why is it that no one sees?

The beloved invisible poems
Must be
Only meant for me

It is poetic that “eyes” and “skies” rhyme
**** and luck
Love and glove
**** and slick
(Sick, too, but only if you’re not safe)
Sneeze and breeze
Please and knees
This can only mean
Words want to be in a poem

I remain tightly knotted
Intertwined
Bound to your line
But you’ve got so much slack
It’s unnoticeable to you
This tug of war
To get a twitch on your end
Is all this lonely fisherwoman
Can do
I cling to the pole
Replenish the bait
And wait for the current
To carry my fate

Completely deleted
Fully retreated
Like it was never there
No image of you to haunt me
Nothing for me to care
I'll be gone just as easy for you
The easiest breakup we'll ever do
I suppose it's something
To appreciate
You went out as quick as you came
It was fate

I am glitter on Birkenstocks
A snazzy suitcase filled with rocks
A staircase leading anywhere
Dim for most the way there
Sometimes “who knows?”
Is the bestest place to go
Birkenstocks are comfortable
And diamonds are rocks too
What you think of me
Mostly
Depends on you

It is a devilish pleasure
Watching someone I dislike
Get their comeuppance
Admittedly
There is evil in me
The part which tells me
I am worthy to serve
An opinion regarding
What others deserve.

Always I speak into the void
Sometimes it answers
Always a surprise
Sometimes it’s mean
Sometimes it’s nice

It is what it is
It ain’t what it can’t be
If you don’t like reality
Blame yourself
Not me

Pipe-smoking
Ill mannered
And lazy
Poets get a bad rep
Many don't smoke
And many work hard
But most are just crazy
As heck

The ocean shore is my comfort place
The sounds
The smells
Looking at the same scene
Different every second
Yet predictable
My stress melts away
As soon as my bare feet hit sand
It’s as close as I can get to walking on water
While never leaving land

Forgetting
Trying to
Anyway
Gonna take a thousand days
From the next beautiful thing you do
So
What that means
Is
On top of all your other talents
You are unforgettable, too
There ain’t no how no way
I’m gonna be forgetting you

It’s mostly likely
I’m gonna stay stuck
Far, FAR away from you
Some sort of magic been struck
And there seems to be nothing I can do
Can’t get any closer
No will to go away
Waiting
….
Waiting
For maybe one day
You tell me come nearer
Or set me free
To set my sights on another somebody
I can’t tell if it’s kindness
Or
Torture complete
That you don’t pay
Attention to me
Or maybe I’m the jerky one
Forcing my feelings on you
I wish you would give me a clue
But it is a lot to ask of you
Forcing rejection from a kind man
It makes me an ***
And a bully too
But I can’t really give an apology to you
On behaviors I will continue
Or maybe you like me hanging around
And this is the struggle
I hear when there is no sound
I stick to you
Without your permission
And it’s probably gonna get worse
My confusion within
On whether I’m a blessing or a curse

When am I gonna be good enough to get the haters who come along and downvote every complimentary comment?
What’s a girl gotta do to attract a hater or two?

You and I
Connected
Fo Eva Eva
Via Via
This poemonia

I want to write you a poem
But I'm not up to the task
I can't come up with perfection
Just cuz I asked
You’re so amazing
You deserve nothing less
But
I can't give perfection
Only my best
The world should know
About your valiant soul
Your gentle nature
Yet down to roll
Loyalty, and honest too
I can trust it
If it came from you

Is this gonna never be
Or a maybe, let’s see?
Bring me in closer
Or set me free
Whatever it be is fine for me
And fine for you, too
You’ll see
It is a kindness to say
“I’m not going your way.”

He says, “she is withdrawing money from my account without my permission.”  
I said, “she is stealing from you”
He likes to sugar coat
Or maybe he needs to

I’m just gonna say it
And feel about it whatever you will
But if you’re still trying that *******
“let’s go Brandon,”
Like it’s the burn of the century
You can laugh as loud as you want
But the joke is not on me

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 want her to love frogs
And mud
I hope she never stresses over
Underwear lines
Or crams her feet into too small shoes
I hope she grows up
Breaking lots of rules

Your tendency to overshare
You call “keeping it real,”
But there’s plenty we don’t need to know
Like how on your bio
You mention your fetish for cold steel
Between your **** cheeks
And call yourself a gun freak
Which in your case
Is just another way
Of calling yourself a ****** geek

I gained
And maybe
So did you
My gain is obvious
At least to me
If you gained anything
You won’t let me see

My poems are ever evolving
I’ve edited
Along the way
The beauty of these tools
Or maybe a curse, too
The loss of the shadows in the
Light when it was new

I have no idea
Which ideas you have
Nor do I want to hear
(****, man!  Nothing rhymes with have)
And this is relevant to me and you
We do not rhyme
And you must know that to be true

Your biggest gripe with the world
Is that you’re not permitted
To walk your dog on the beach
And yet
There you are
Griping