Mr. B;
Tony,
Anthony—

Why?
The hard part:
Unknown.

I’m angry
Mr. B
Stories untold

As I look at this woman in the mirror, she is looking right at me. Her face tells the story of her life through the lines on her face and piercing of her eyes. Her voice of wisdom came from the roads traveled along her way.  With her thoughts traveling close to me her past far away.. as I stare at her in my mirror I listen close as she speaks,
This life has been a journey, I've learned many things.
I've taken roads I never should have taken, I've made choices I knew were wrong when I made them, I've failed when I could have succeeded, I've stayed when I should have left, and I've fallen in many holes I dug by myself. There will be some point in my future when I may repeat one if not  all i have mentioned above. But there is always a positive to every negative rest assure for the mistakes I've made, made me the woman I am today. I am only human. I do not stand above or below. We are all created equal.  If given the chance to change my past, I would not change one thing because my mistakes have made me wiser to, The roads I know  not to travel again, choices I refuse to make because I know they are wrong, I will never give up if I know in my heart I can succeed, I will do my best to not put myself in any situation if I know better , and last but not least, if I dig myself a hole you can bet one thing, I will have a shovel  to dig myself back out. So Love me or hate me it's a choice for you to make. But always remember I live my life the way I see fit and the opinions of others I may consider but never forget, I wasn't looking for a friend when I found them so if they were to leave I probably wouldn't miss them as I've lived my entire life without them.So love the person you see in this mirror for all that they can be because at the end of the day the one true love I have is this woman in my mirror staring back at me .
©kimmied1105

Every moment
We can be a hero
Not without risk
Fraught with risk

But to be a hero
To do the right thing
To care about something
Without risk of reward

Every moment we choose
Nothing or everything
Toss the dice, win or lose
Toss the dice—

The cloth bazaar was quietly breathing rest.

I was scanning rows of hangers for summer shorts
picking up here and there
dresses without skeletons
smiling in the revelation
why skeletons don't need shorts.

I found a poem in one of those hangers
**** with no words
begging me to drape it with some
enough to make it one summer shorts.

Something welled up in my eyes
bare as the poem and as true
and thinking of it
I bought summer shorts
not one but two.

You say you hate everything about yourself,
But I find myself lost in you.
Even if I'm nowhere near,
I always rush to pick up when your call comes through.
I only want to write about your voice right now.
Because when I'm flooded in the dark,
When I'm weighed down by the toxins in my heart,
I forget everything the moment you start talking.
It's not really how it sounds, or what you say...
I can't describe it,

It just makes me feel this way.

Comforted. Soothed. At home.

I could listen to you go on all day.

I could name all the things I love about you;
Your eyes. Your smile. Your wit.
The way you always feel things so intensely.
The way you don't know when to quit.
But right now...I only want to think about your voice.

It's the only part of you I can have.