I want this to be
the last poem that I've written
while I'm sipping on my tea
after everything's been eaten

after everything has been digested
then gone to my mid-section
after every recipe been tested
and cooked to perfection

but now the dishes are all stacked
and empty is the fridge
I'm ready waiting fully packed
crossing my life's bridge

so let me slowly sip my tea
and let me out loud slurp
this poem i will want to be
worth a one last burp

I always dreamt in black and white
no red or green or blue
always until last night
that's when my eyes met you

and now my dreams have come alive
with purples, yellows, pinks
i cant wait neath the bed sheets dive
to get a few more winks

and all i want is to see you
while snoring with delight
in red and green and also blue
not boring black and white

"is just a piece of charcoal that handled stress exceptionally well."

We can become best friends
For life
If we can emulate
immortals Luz Long
and Jessie Owens
in our lives.

Come, let us take a pledge
to be good friends on Friendship
day.

If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Unwavering
Until the end of time.

I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.

Just look at the wind out there
it isn't half blowing a gale just now
but at least there's a blue sky
and fluffy white clouds
just floating by
the weeping willow
is swinging in tune to the wind
the leaves on the trees are rustling
as they blow in the breeze,
The bamboo is waving too,
But at least the sun is shining through
and the rain has gone for now
but as the branches bough
and the trees bend down low
the wind is quite ferocious just now!