you are in most of my of my poems,
how about
we fast forward to the part when you're mine
and you are more than i thought you were
and we are both happy.

Purely my opinion
But I really have to say
I often don't understand it
And I just want to convey...
I feel lost in this world of "poetry"
Often floundering and splashing
In this ocean full of words
Against the rocks I feel I'm crashing
onto the beach that is the glossary of terms
A-Z my head I'm bashing
On the poems I often "heart"
Others I end up quietly trashing
Though I get a bit excited
when my lightning sign is flashing
That's when I start to think that maybe
poetry feels...
SMASHING!
:-)

Please tell me I'm not alone

Can I make it?
Am I strong enough to take it?
Can I face it?
          It's coming.
          It's coming.
                              I'm shaking.
But let's face it.
I can't take it.
                              I was never that strong to begin with

(a.d)

I am frightened
the world will break me,
wring brittle bones in iron fists
till they lie in porcelain shatters.
All the king's horses
and all the kings men,
will sweep me under the rug
with half of history,
and a score of lost souls.

pulling on its teeth even though it’s not a baby anymore.

a sheep-dog
and its troubled
sleep.

my father
in his father
marooned.

white fish / yellow when / I shower
in salt.

their little nets are nets.