A new poem to express me.

A simple one written to feel free.

In my work I share my heart.
Hoping to reveal a work of art.
My canvas is my life, my paints my words.

Everything written lingers within.
Till I get a hold of a pen.

Emotions are the colors of my paint.

My fears, weakness and my sorrows.
My heart, my soul and dreams of tomorrow.

The words flow heavy.
My paint drips. I'm a messy painter.
I know it's true. Still I continue and follow through.

Here I am vulnerable with
with each word.

Setting myself up to be heard.

As I write I find myself.

As I write I'm someone els.

Who am I in my poems?

Who will I be?

How will I read?

I'm not sure.

I never am.
I just wait and start again.

Sharing my poems, pieces of me
with strangers and friends, I'm
an open book.

Sharing what's inside me honest to a fault.

Sharing me,
I may fall, but its my life and my call.

Good or bad, this is my release and most of time writing brings me peace.

Serendipity

Circumstances of the unforgiving sea,
Breaks my foundations like a wave.
The sun is out for blood,
Yet we are deceived by the breeze.
Farewell faro, so long for now,
I'll see you again
Someway, somehow.
For now take me home,
There's changes to make,
The chip on my shoulder dislocated my mistakes.
I'll change no matter how long it takes,
And you're safe here with me
At peace
At least,
until the levees break x

love is all i had
but now its gone
its never coming back

all the laughter from the past
is haunting me
following me
breaking my heart as i replay it in my head
over and over again.

the memories floating past
engulf and bury me
they remind me
of what i will never have again.

How stupid I was to let myself think
That what we had was some special link
I allowed you to lie straight to my face
And you abandoned me in utter disgrace
You humiliated me in from of my friends
And now you want what? To make amends?

Tell me, was she worth it? Was she so good?
That you'd leave me so alone where I stood?
You chose her, not me, and years latter regret it
And now you think that you can correct it?
Forget it, it's over, you ***-driven monkey
I'm not a possession, not one of your junkies

You got what you wanted, what's left to take?
You were my biggest of many mistakes
You were all that I had in a world so **** dark
Now, feeding my hate, you've played your part
Don't let me catch you around here again
Or I promise I'll **** you with my own hands

You've done it again // made me feel like this was the // beginning // when really it was just the // end // I've done it again // cried // over the things that youve said // that are  constantly breaking my heart

I watched the morning come,
its satin sheet of light lifting
off of the curve of the world.

Venus shone something crooked,
like the eye of a magpie staring
down at my blond head. I took

one last sip of whiskey, stood
and in the sauntering, in wobbling
home to my own bed, Venus

watched me turn my back,
like a stone rolled in front of a tomb.
I finally stopped chasing love.

I decided I’d rather spend
each night thereafter comfortable
in the bed of my life, no longer able

to sleep while sick of the resurrection
I had at one time simply called six a.m.