Go ahead, girl
Go on home
Let down the curl
No time to roam

The dress hits the floor
You may be alone
Dance and sing some more
The sound of a trombone

Here lies your cat
There lies your phone
Swallow the wine in the glass
Have fun even when alone

Your glass is half empty so that mine is half full.

Go ahead, fall asleep
Bodies pressed together
Against the sheets

This time I just don't mind
Go ahead and gently unwind.

Take your time
Take your time

Your heart is yours,
But your heart is mine.

Just be here
Take a breath
My ear up against your chest

Just be here
Just be mine
Forevers love is in this timeline

Hello Poetry's
existential dilemma;
should I Like myself?

TABLE D'HôTE

Appetizer
Wrong Tons With Me Soup
cooked worry
seared in a teary onion broth

Hors D'oeuvres
Slow Roasted Fear
fresh over-analyzing
crushed with loneliness

Main Course
Stress Salad
tossed with insomnia
marinated in a vertigo dressing

General Trouble Chicken
battered uncertainty
gloomed to perfection
sitting on steamed danger
stir fried in an overwhelm sour sauce

Dessert
Choked Volcanic Eruption
mountain of OCD
topped with whipped depression
glazed with self-loathing

Expresso
prepared with frothy guilt

(C) Jl 2016

There's been a ringing
In my ears
A pain in my throat
Bottle these words inside an eloquent note
Wash upon the sea
These bones, these hands, these knees
Crawling
But never back to you
February 29, 2016 3:47 am

Every night I feel the gun reload
Expload inside this old head of mine
Unlocking this virtual mountain
I'll eventually  have to climb
Rain seeps in the soles of my shoes
A train creeps in my rear view
Depressed something manic
Stressed and I overthink I panic
Night turns to day
My mind decays
My body lay still
Cars passing out the windowsill
and with an evanescent glance
spilt dirt over a hideously fleeting romance
And with a kiss of a razor
My vessel collided, a glacier
You took me by my swollen wrist
Pain stricken by a twisted kiss
Tongue tied and mechanic
Young love sank the titanic

How was she so empty
Oh how she was so numb
Unsure if pain could be felt
Or if she was finally done

She played her arm like a violin
She had to check and see
Was there any music left inside her
Any passion any glee

No pain was felt
But how she dealt
She saw the music
All red it slowly melt

Few do understand
What boiled under her skin
What she was scratching to dig out
Wasn't a simple sin

She had to find the music
She had to know the truth
Underneath the tears
She still had some of those roots