I don’t really know

Where I need to go.

And I don’t really care.

I know that life isn’t always fair,

So what we all need to do,

Is live in the moment,

While it can last.


It’s been years since I first put it on,

but I think I’m finally ready to take off

This *****, Old, and Hard cast.

All I know for sure,

is that I am here.

Right now.

I am here, and I am here right now.

Even though you have been gone for some time,

And your still not here,

I’m alright with that.

If I ever want to see you,

All I have to do, is look in the

Mirror.

I see you in my eyes,

Your Blue, mixing with my Green,

To make a Sea.

I see you in my hair.

Your unruly and wild curls,

Are slowly over taking my box*-brown hair.

I see you, when I look over myself,

Your beauty, passed onto me.

I have your curves and  your looks.

You’re closer to me than I thought.

You never left,

Only hidden,

By my own pain.

Not until I discarded my mask,

Did I gain my knowledge.

i am no poet.
my words are far too clumsy
my metaphors are feebly founded
my sentences go on and on
never reaching the point
i wish i had graceful words
and beautiful metaphors
and masterfully crafted sentences
that would work together
to frame my feelings in the perfect way
i wish that i could articulate the emotions that wage wars in my mind
i wish i could do them justice.
and i try
but this is all there is
and i'm sorry.

I work all day and sleep all night
I barely find the time to write
when time is found to fill my need
I have a cup of tea and read
the words you write upon this site
but still my muse has taken flight.

While life it swells within my belly
ankles lifted, watching telly
6 weeks to go till baby Beau
Will swell my heart and steal the show
With toothless smiles and sleepless nights
My muse to bring such special writes!

so comfortable in pain
that I'm uncomfortable in its absence.