Born again in a bent and broken world and still
I keep feeling the same...
Pain after pain, slowly pulsing, tightly curled...
Old days I'm re-living...pressure and confusion...
Always begging to be forgiven...all the time fear and every minute stress...
Jumbles, stumbles...a catastrophical mess
Surface broken and a million faults on my core
I'm sorry...I cannot live anymore

My life from afar
Always reaching for a distant star
Never stopping to wonder ‘if’
Constantly hoping til hope goes stiff

My life to a child
Always kept from going wild
Trying always to never cry
Refusing to bid my dreams goodbye

My life to me
Never believing what I see
Always looking beyond what’s here
Paying no mind to building fear

My life in reality now
All these winds cause me to bow
I’m just one in a huge, huge crowd
This silent music sounds so loud

My life to God
A pretty pea in a pod
Beautiful, in his eyes
Like the tiny twinkles in the skies

As a willow wisps in a breeze uncertain
As it rudely pushes and pulls at a curtain
Of air in the house of the outdoors
She’s a temper more senseless than wars

Our miss has got reasons to pain
Causes that will dampen the rain
Disasters her constant alias
They burn hope like tissue in pyres

Good fortune to her is unknown
Her best friends her dumb and mute phone
And so I really don’t believe myself mistaken
In assuming that her smile’s painstaking

Lead lady of teary tale, Ophelia!
Twin in pain and tragedy to Miss Miserabelia.

We all rushed out
We were running scared
Not knowing what it was about
She thought us weird

But hearing ‘RAT’
She jumped up quickly
And wielding her shoe as if it were a bat
She side stepped us cowards, rather so neatly

Descending on the creature with her tightly held shoe
The rat didn’t budge and didn’t seem to feel the blows
But hearing more footsteps he finally flew
Behind a filing cabinet as we saw the door close

A few minutes later and she marched stern-faced out
Tail secured between her fingers while he hung upside down
I moved out of the way of the squirming figure and its snout
And his eyes looked much meaner and his fur sickly brown

Arm stretched back like a javelin thrower on a poster
She stood out the main door
The vision of riding on a roller coaster
Was the last thing the rat saw

But I stood there watching and I saw him hit the ground
Watched her spit in disgust and walk away stone faced
His legs raised stiffly in the air and making not a sound
The creature lay on its back where force and gravity had it placed

Should I go closer or walk in the opposite direction?
Walked back to my desk, to look professional
But wondered about our savior’s reaction
Was it a hatred for rats or something more personal?

It's not everything I write I post
Each poem is a piece of me
Not every part can stand the glare
Of public scrutiny

Viewed once as perfect
Now viewed less so
The reasons to rebel
Forgotten now if ever known

Peace once you scoffed at
Seems a reasonable affair
The once plain and boring sky
Causes you to stare

Afraid you missed a lifetime
Just living in your head
Ignoring everything around you
Lying stiffly in your bed

You wonder
You wonder long
Alive not just existing
Knowing u can make a change, learning you are strong.

I would listen to your crooning and I wouldn’t mind one bit
If your mother would rather shoo me than introduce me and have me sit
Next to her and her tight crew
Or tell them how I’m related to you

I wouldn’t ask if she’s ashamed that I’m married to her son
And when she mentions other women to you I’ll just take it all in fun
I’d buy the in-laws gifts and never expect a grateful word
I’d use my whole resources and still treat you like a lord

I would not complain about being left alone all day
To cook and clean and launder, I’d say ‘’don’t worry I’m ok’’

And if you get mad and holler, If I don’t do something right
I’d apologize and do it over even if it took all night

I’d be the wife and servant who would slave to pay the rent
I’d do it all for nothing, if I was different.

A far cry from fierce
Except by her stare
Fiery, fiery, fiery hair
A dragon with grace
A walk like a dance
Astute and well mannered, you can tell from a glance

Bellows on sails
The warmth of the sun
The sound of the wind
In my ears when I run

Safety when there’s danger
The shade of a tree
Blossoms in the spring
A bird flying free

I see you out my window
When the sunrays kiss the glass
As birds fill the morning with glorious music
And dew drops adorn the grass

Reaching out and hoping
To maybe touch a star
I see you in everything beautiful
Be it near me or afar

Close my eyes and wonder
Could one be right and still be wrong?
If a should be happy ending
Is onions and a sad song

Your school of thought is void of reason
Void of fact, scandalous like treason
I’m shocked to silence by your logic
It causes me to think ‘how tragic!’
This hidden behind the finest fabric

An innocent, beautiful face

Square jawed and masculine
Immaculate clothes
******* tie because he couldn’t be bothered
Pretty blue envelope with just three words

‘’To my valentine’’
He reaches the station
Steps into the train
Everyone watching begins to feel plain
A few arduous minutes, he reaches his stop

Steps out with a flare
And a bounce in his walk
He turns a corner and flies up a few hundred stairs
Pushes the door open and then stutters
‘YyYou’re here!’

Sweat on his brow begins to cool on his skin while
Head cocked to one side
She dazzles him with her smile

Serious means look at me
It means
Take a little time to understand
To see

A partner not a mime


To not expect a dime
Or a deed to a diamond mine

But know your life is much fuller
and that is much cooler