don't sweat it
you'll make it all the way
to your death

this poem has no title
for it to lean on
so there is no telling
the direction it goes

no title to hinder
or hold it back
all of its meaning
is in all that it says

this poem has no title
to hold it in place
it can only rely
on the rhymes that it makes

whether they're good
or whether they're bad
this poem has no title
to hold its hand

this poem has no title
to weigh it down
which forces a read
to find what it's about

and what it's about
you may not find
until you have reached
the very last line

I have searched for love
in all the wrong places.
Getting the brunt of someone's
dark seeded issues:

Smacks by hand across face.
Judgmental insults to open wounds.
Forced advances of drunk-in body
as one laid motionless.

I have searched for love
in all the wrong places.
Experiencing heart ache every time
I turned around.

Bars that drowned out hearts song.
Drinking too much to hide the loneliness.
A husband who only cared about himself

I have searched for love
in all the wrong places.
Until hopelessness hit a peak and
I was forced to see before it was too late.

I was looking for love
in all the wrong places.
The place was right here all along


The place inside my own heart,
A place I learned to love myself.
The place I’m never alone
so I Now spread my wings
and fly in my own power.
Freedom at last.

To all those writers I wish,
a happy night and day.
Everyone on this site,
wake up to hear me say.

I say all do have great gifts.
You are of divine light.
As you dance inside your hearts,
your writings are so right.

Just take words and catch your dreams
The magic it is here.
Stay connected inside love,
to move without a care.

So my gratitude goes out,
with candle that burns bright.    
Look its burning oh so high.
It's flame's an awesome sight.

StarBG © 2017

If perhaps we meet
upon road of my dreamscape reality,
I will be the one with feather in hat,
and candle in heart.
The one who sings with birds,
and radiates sun.
The one who looks into your eyes
to smile at the beauty I see there.
The one who whispers a poetic love song,
as wind encircles day.
If perhaps we meet
on the rainbow highway of life,
I shall reach out hand
and smile widely,
Smile, giggle, laugh whole heartily,
as we move on the carousel of life,
inside love, peace,
and harmony.

StarBG © 2017

How does it taste
My hand...?
The hand that fed you...!
You have been chewing on it
Through and through
For a while now...

The hand that hurts
From providing...
So much
That it came close to breaking
Just to protect you
From starving

The hand that hurts
And shakes
So much
That I can't even eat with it anymore
And as such
Will remain
Hungry
And probably die

I'm angry

I am angry with you
But the worst thing is
That I can't hate you
Because hating somebody you love
Hurts even more

I am angry
Because in my core
I was sure that you would do that
And all I did was
Ignore...
And you thought I didn't have a clue?
I gave you the cue
For this to happen
And I didn't pull my hand
And accepted for it to remain soar
Full of marks from your bites
And the endless nights
Of providing..
For such a long time
Telling myself
It’s fine
Because the bite
Of somebody you love
Is sweet
As honey

But now you are full
And it doesn't matter if I pull
Or leave my hand there
For you to take a last bite
You are just waiting for the fight
So that you can run away
And never look at me again

How does it feel
To be a traiter
How does it taste?
Bitter?
Only my tongue
My hand is sweet

Hand biter...!