Dirty, covered from head to toe. Anxiety, should I let it show? Dirty rags pouring out of my soul. Expose the contents of my bowl. ~ Anxiety, nerves galore. Emotions raw and sore. Exposed like a new born. Butt naked for you to scorn. ~ This is me. Here I am. Filthy. Dirty, not readyContinue reading “Exposure”
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What’s the hold up?
Stripped, I wait with eager anticipation. Kept in the dark, waiting. Waiting for light. Waiting for warmth. Waiting for joy. Waiting for warm fingers to glide over me. Posing me just right. Waiting for those noises of approval. That make me blush. Waiting for energy to surge through me. Remembering that kaleidoscope glow. Remembering thatContinue reading “What’s the hold up?”
Review
I would like to thank Adam Fenner for choosing my poem Silhouette to review. Thank you 💕 And thank you to Living Poetry, Bartholomew Barker for the prompt.
Redefine
Peel, back each layer. Last – prettier than the first. Beauty redefined.
Go away bad weather
I’ll take phone a friend for $100 Alex, before this wind blows me to Smilax hope this storm doesn’t get too bad, or Cheekie will never relax. The proper number of hours of sleep I wish to max. Beter find a way to get my bike off the basement floor. Mud in the gears fromContinue reading “Go away bad weather”
Silhouette
There is something peaceful. Slightly mournful. Perhaps delicate. Definitely elegant. A little off-putting. Meekly cunning. Ghostly? A tad bit lonely. A look that is becoming. Most of all stunning. A simple silhouette. An image you will never forget. * Monday Poetry Prompt: Silhouette This week let’s write a silhouette poem. The silhouette of someone orContinue reading “Silhouette “
At this stage
Blood on the page At this stage ~ Seeping from a wound never healed Rivers flowing from a bandaged peeled ~ Drops trail behind me like bread crumbs Leaving limbs numb ~ Can’t you see this How can you miss ~ This can’t be visible only to me From sea to shining see ~ AContinue reading “At this stage”
Is this it
Is this it? As I sit; gazing at the heavens above, I often wonder – is this it? My body is trapped, gravity bound, to the soil beneath me. My mind soars to the stars; the possibilities beyond. Is this it? But here I stay, heavy hearted. Not belonging, gazing at the heavens above. IContinue reading “Is this it”
Hurry up and wait
Hurry up and wait Don’t you dare be late ~ I won’t be there But you sure better be Yeah, I know it ain’t fair That’s just the way it works; you see
Shadow
tall skinny short fat What do you think about all that? ~ left right front back Could it seep out of a crack? ~ up around under over? Forever the joker.
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