My poetry flows
Through my veins.
Sink your teeth in
And sample my life force.
If you don't like the taste,
Don't drink

I stand upon my stage
A one-woman show
And deliver a solliloquy
Of self-judged epic propotions.
I let the curtain fall
And wait, while the tension
In the audience rises.
I step out slowly, regally
And await the
Adulation
Adoration
Applause
As i bow like a swan
To the thunderous sound of


Nothing

Scars carved on skin and souls
Remind us we've survived

A flawed diamond,
scarred with imperfections,
is still a diamond

You are the smile on my face
The spring in my step
The twinkle in my eye
The light in my laughter.

I an the frown on your face
The thorn in your side
The frown upon your brow
The darkness that surrounds us.

There is no me without you,
No you without me.
And for that
I'm eternally sorry

The sun sets on another day.
A family bereft and broken
A new baby birthed
A debilitating grief
A rousing celebration
A voice no longer heard
A song newly sung
A memory, so soon to fade
A future, to be filled with memories.
The moon watches over the altered earth
And tomorrow the sun will rise on another day

We ushered in an era
Of technology,
And weep for the youth
Of today.
Knowledge at the touch
Of a keyboard,
With never-ending games
To play.
Pictures, so vile,
So readily available
To those with
A warped mind.
The ability to follow
The vulnerable;
To want, to hunt,
To find.
A curtain for bullies
To hide behind
And prey on the weak
And the lonely,
A place where the timid go
To find
Their one and only.
There's pros and cons
To this world of web
We live in.
But I still weep for the
Youth of today,
No more to be
Innocent children

He set her upon a pedestal
But she hated heights

Whisper it into the wind
The earth shall hear your secrets.

Love is not orchestrated,
It's a live session
Full of raw hope
And risky notes
Where mistakes are made
And harmonies
Can fall short
But the music
Is all the sweeter
Because of it.

I am the tree,
That gave birth to the branch.
So how are it's leaves fading
While my roots are still healthy?

I nurtured the branch
And poured my life-force into it.
So how have I failed
In my job?

Where's the axe-man?
Call him to me.
For without my branch,
I am nothing

The memory of your kiss
In my dreams
Rips through me
Like greek fire
That not even
The pain of waking alone
Can douse

She walks in shadows
But she is someone's guiding light

The night stretches before me
Dark and unforgiving
Beckoning me
Into it's complete silence.
It terrifies me and draws me in.
My jaws aches from clenching
Against my screams.
It's relentless in it's pursuit
Of my soul.
My fear knows no bounds.
Morning arrives
And I sigh with relief,
Sit back
And wait for the night.

The frustration
Of a
Stilled pen
Can drive
Writers insane

When the words
Crumble when spoken,
Carried on the breeze
And tossed aside
For their worth.

When the words
That trip your tongue
And leave rivers of blood
On nervous lips
Are lost forevermore.

Your eyes shall hold
Your truth.

These scarlet pages
Soaked in sadness
Tell a story
Of pain and grief
Unspoken.
Today, we write
Upon clean sheets.

Upon shattered dreams
And broken hearts
We build our future.

If I could write
Like you
I would have
Kings at
My feet
And would
Rule the world
With my tongue

A kiss,
As soft as a feather
Given freely
With no hidden agenda.

I'm the richest woman in the world

I regret the days I have to mind her.
How horrible is that?!
I listen to her as she tells me my Da's horrible
and I grit my teeth.
She asks me my kids names....again
and I bite my lip.
She talks about my granny
and I rein my temper in.
What did she do to deserve tbis?
Fed me, clothed me,
Held me and loved me.
I remember my teen years
And am swollen fat on regret.
Would love to sit on a bench
With her and her alone
As she was ten years ago
And tell her what she meant,
Means and will always mean to me.
I'd tell her now but
She'd only forget.
And I'll go to my grave
Swollen with regret

I wrap my arms around myself.
Myself?
Where have you gone?
Has it been four seconds?
Or four years?
The world still turns.
Who told it to turn?
Do I remember you,
Or is it a phantom?
People still laugh,
They must not know.
I still laugh,
I’m sorry.
You’re gone,
I’m sorry.
I’m here,
I’m sorry.
****** live,
You die.
I’m forever sorry.

Landed
With a voice
That only
A Mother
Could love,
Let
My poetry
Sing to you
In a way
I never could

There's a moment
Just before waking
When silver and orange glows
Mix on an unearthly pallate
When hearts are still in dreams
And early birds play
Background music.
In this moment you reach for me
Before your eyes
Can even check I'm there
And I know in that moment
I was in your dream
That moment is bliss

The heat in your eyes
Threatens to burn me.
My beautiful
Heavenly
Hell

If he were to write for me
It would probably go
"I love my wife.
She is my life.
The end."
But I see the poems for me in his eyes.
That'll do for me.

I can never be lonely.
You are always with me

I will lie in the earth with you
Under an altar of flowers
Our bare bones will be joined at the fingers
And our souls will forever
Be as one

My heart's no prize fighter.
It keeps taking a beating.

Best friend,
But prettier.
Love and jealousy;
bitter enemies
Are now constant companions.

Nail a smile
To my face
And pretend I'm okay,
Not hurting inside.

Does he wish
I were her?
Do they feel sorry
For the 'b' grade mate?

She wants what I have.
I want what she has.
We laugh,
But are we truly happy?

My thoughts are swifts
Flitting through
With enviable speed.
My pen's a net,
Incapable of catching them
But for a second.

Here is where I release them.

You interrupted my dreams
To bring an even sweeter reality

I brought the matches
And you lit the touch paper.
The flames consumed us.

Try as I might, and I really do
No words can convey my love for you

Carried away on the crest of a wave,
seeing nothing but beauty,
ignorant of the imminent danger
and his own mortality.
his heart starts to pound
with the beat of a funeral drum
aware before he is
that all is not well.

The dying sun
Sets the land on fire
And the sea
Reflects her glory

With eyes
Black as coal,
I stirred the
Embers within.
The fire came
To life
And roared with
Passion unleashed.
Burnt my fingertips
And singed my skin
With a heat
I'd never felt before.
But all too soon
The embers died
And I was left
With nothing
But ash
And a mess
To clean up

Time to lie down
And go to sleep
But yet another thought
Intrudes
And keeps me awake.
Various scenarios
Play out
In my tired,
So tired,
Mind.
Where's the switch
On this *******
Brain?
Drained of emotion
Yet still they
Keep coming.
May as well
Try to stop
A river flowing.
Finally...
Finally...
I close my eyes
And dream
Of a dreamless
Sleep.