With the touch of you,
Soft presses on aching skin,
My ends come alive
Sunday, June 24, 2018
Thursday, June 21, 2018
Feminine Heart
It’s been four hours on the phone
The second time this week
She whispers, maybe I deserve to be alone
As her heart crumples to her knees
Again
Because he’s taken everything
And left her with one
A heart too trampled to repiece
All her confidence undone
And she’s not the only one
To call me crying in this world
Do men seem to think it’s fun
To dry out the bones of a girl?
Wringing beautiful minds apart
Why do they abuse these feminine hearts?
It’s been twenty seven years
And she’s trying not to fade
Her only motivation is her children
Fighting to stay sane
So she kills herself working
For what he can’t provide
Cause while his rampage fills the table
She has always had to hide
And she’s not the only one
Trying to live with a broken man
With her dreams shattered in the bedsheets
Her love driven by demand
There’s too many walking ghosts
Who have forgotten their own art
Their bodies apologetic and bleeding
Locking away their feminine heart
I know too many women
Who have forgotten how to live
They still hope through their bruises
But something’s got to give
Where are the men who will rise up?
Who will take the greater part?
I still believe in the beauty
Of a precious, feminine heart
Through lies, pain, and mind games
She’s determined to rebuild
Only twenty, second time married
But what is broken can’t be filled
Through this new man’s good intentions
She’s struggling to trust
An injured love, prone to disbelieving
Looking for safety in the term “us”
At 2 AM my phone rings
I pick up on my part
She collapses, barely speaking
Another tortured feminine heart
The second time this week
She whispers, maybe I deserve to be alone
As her heart crumples to her knees
Again
Because he’s taken everything
And left her with one
A heart too trampled to repiece
All her confidence undone
And she’s not the only one
To call me crying in this world
Do men seem to think it’s fun
To dry out the bones of a girl?
Wringing beautiful minds apart
Why do they abuse these feminine hearts?
It’s been twenty seven years
And she’s trying not to fade
Her only motivation is her children
Fighting to stay sane
So she kills herself working
For what he can’t provide
Cause while his rampage fills the table
She has always had to hide
And she’s not the only one
Trying to live with a broken man
With her dreams shattered in the bedsheets
Her love driven by demand
There’s too many walking ghosts
Who have forgotten their own art
Their bodies apologetic and bleeding
Locking away their feminine heart
I know too many women
Who have forgotten how to live
They still hope through their bruises
But something’s got to give
Where are the men who will rise up?
Who will take the greater part?
I still believe in the beauty
Of a precious, feminine heart
Through lies, pain, and mind games
She’s determined to rebuild
Only twenty, second time married
But what is broken can’t be filled
Through this new man’s good intentions
She’s struggling to trust
An injured love, prone to disbelieving
Looking for safety in the term “us”
At 2 AM my phone rings
I pick up on my part
She collapses, barely speaking
Another tortured feminine heart
Restricted Access
june 21, 2018
Voice of velvet
slipping through the carefully constructed
bars around my heart.
You are not authorized personnel
yet I find myself
giving you the key
Voice of velvet
slipping through the carefully constructed
bars around my heart.
You are not authorized personnel
yet I find myself
giving you the key
Missing You
June 21, 2018
Missing you is like
• The dead of winter (no warmth in sight)
• A candle burning (not quite enough light)
• Trying to get something (anyone) else to fill my mind
is missing you
Missing you is like
• The dead of winter (no warmth in sight)
• A candle burning (not quite enough light)
• Trying to get something (anyone) else to fill my mind
is missing you
Still
june 21, 2018
Some people provoke my body to dancing
a heightened swing of the hips,
an extra hair toss
a gingerly arched neck.
Some people feel like dance
but oh, when your heart is next to mine
it strikes me
unbelievably
still
Some people provoke my body to dancing
a heightened swing of the hips,
an extra hair toss
a gingerly arched neck.
Some people feel like dance
but oh, when your heart is next to mine
it strikes me
unbelievably
still
June 20, 2018
I remember love by blue light
two hands on the stick shift
unwilling to let go
A 17 second voicemail
in my ear for hours
holding on to anything
I know now, that was beginner’s love
yet with this seasoned heart
the thrill is the same
two hands on the stick shift
unwilling to let go
A 17 second voicemail
in my ear for hours
holding on to anything
I know now, that was beginner’s love
yet with this seasoned heart
the thrill is the same
Friday, June 8, 2018
June 7, 2018 Again
How does one resume normalcy
Knowing that there is a creature like you in this world?
Knowing that there is a creature like you in this world?
June 7, 2018
Me, the eloquent poet, lost without words
Me, when trying to describe You, left stuck
You, who is made of starlight and something divine
You, who leaves me wordless and incapable
You seem to be made of a substance undefinable
and if I could somehow bottle you up
to keep you cool and safe in a cellar
I would spend my life collecting.
Call me a connoisseur of Love.
Me, when trying to describe You, left stuck
You, who is made of starlight and something divine
You, who leaves me wordless and incapable
You seem to be made of a substance undefinable
and if I could somehow bottle you up
to keep you cool and safe in a cellar
I would spend my life collecting.
Call me a connoisseur of Love.
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