#shortandsweet
seeping sheepishly along ever-widening paths,
the road less traveled is still a blast,
for what is wrought with calamity,
is certainly more fun and interesting to me.
May 18, 2023
May 18, 2023 at 10:14 PM UTC
Words won't write themselves
Pen to paper--get started
No more excuses
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
Oh my petite,
You're a five-course dinner with the works
and a lovesick tantrum.
Your affection
like a hummingbird,
with how it pecks and pecks and
pecks.
Lips faster than one-sixtieth of a second
when you say
You don't love me anymore
But darling, I've got a
letterbox heart
Iron locks and
Silver casts
Filled with postcards
to no address.
Open me up and find
your name scrawled inside
over and
over
and
over.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
Book Review Poetry - The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite
Feminist queer historical romance
How could I not give it a chance
Science and art plus love as needed
This daring book sweetly succeeded
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
I bought a colouring book!
It's small
and clean
and new
and all the lines are already in!
I'll just colour
here and there and here and here and there and
he re and there and here a nd there
here and here and t here and her e an d there and
he re and there and h ere and there a nd he
re an d there a nd here and th ere and h ere and there.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
No matter how dark of a light you see yourself in,
Just know that I can never see you that way.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
I'm not a poet, never claimed to be. I hold my feelings in, but that's a dangerous thing. Expressing myself through words is a healing step. Expressing myself to you is a baby step. Short and a sweet, that's how its always been.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC
Broken piece pierce the atmosphere.
Rocket ships to the floor beneath.
Shards of shimmering fragments form
Sharp edges rocking
Swaying to the music of momentum.
Just enough so one might see,
That beautiful whole that once was me.
Sahn 7.17
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 2:03 AM UTC
I have taken
her shimmering body
and have made her
believe it's dull
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
The only line
I've ever heard that worked...
"Hey girl...
Bring your fine *** over here and let me tell you some lies"
Honesty is always the best policy I guess.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
She doesn't love me.
He doesn't want to make love to me.
And I feel very, very lonely.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
They say that love is blind.
Evidently it also has no sense of smell.
And come to think of it,
Love has poor taste as well.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 10:08 AM UTC
Skip, forward, chapter anew
So many wonders to go undo
Live tomorrows with sorrows forgotten
No yesterday's fruits, spoiled and rotten
Splendors to stumble and tumble upon
No longer living in the futures once dawned
s.q.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
I want to be to you
what Ginger was to Fred;
irreplaceable,
always together,
backwards.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
a place in the heart
holds so much
more than a palace
in the mind
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
Orb of amber sizzling-
like fried egg,
on griddle blue sky.
Peanut butter puffs
fill the air-
spotted dog reclines,
dreaming of steak.
Beaded lamp shines-
across desk, dresses
dark corners in light.
Purple velvet sky -
sprinkled rhinestone stars,
fuchsia horizon beckons.
Empty Koi pond, dark
murky water hosting only –
green algae.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC