Poem: Unnamed

 I
would
give
you
the
world
if
you
would 
give
me 
your
name,
and
swear
to 
hold
me,
as
I
do
the
same.
In
love
I'll 
be
if
you'd
only
just
see,
but
it
is
what
it
is
if
you
don't
want
me.

Poem: Afflicted

I feel your fingers
as you lift the veil
We're not getting married
We're just stepping from hell
to joint safety
under darkness's cape
We assail the past
with the gentlest touch
with listening ears
while hiding in couches
and under the covers
Comforting inner lovers
who beg
to be set free. 

Poem: Witches Marks

Mens inability
to understand women
Body and soul
shows the respect they have
when spoken out loud:
That she can avoid her own rape
the tearing of her person to shreds
or
abort her attacker's child
and
stop her own flow
when it does not please us 
fairer folk
what witchcraft
I ask
do they think us capable?
with bodies granted to us
without asking
or choosing
to be the weaker
or stronger…
sex?
For we did not choose
to be scorned so violently
for extra parts
gifted to us. 

April 2024 Poem: Nothing Whore; Nothing in Jest

Show me your weakness

Let me run my fingers through your hair

Soothing the aches

Smoothing out lines

Baring my heart

So you can break it again

Each time you come begging

I lower my guard

Letting you in

And you sever my heart

A repeated stab

That I willingly ignore

While you laugh in my face

And call me a whore

Poem: In Her Head

 Darkness creeps around frayed edges

Fingers of fear and untamed repression 

Grasping at threads unraveling

 

Faster than they can keep ahold

Losing grasp of reality

Insanity taking a turn

Twisting the hour glass

So time holds no meaning

She’s slipping

Faster and faster again

Waves crashing

Holding down each heavy limb

Her movements slow

As water rises up her throat

Ragged breaths disguised as breathing

While laughter rings in her head

No one sees her drowning

Because this is all in her head

Poetry Prompt: Pluck My Petals

Pluck my petals 

and leave me for dead. 

I’m only divine 

face down in my bed.

Poem: The House is on Fire

Deep breath in

Long exhale

The well of tears

And the shake of her hands 

Body tense

Emotions high

Every feeling

Felt

All at once

The house is on fire

Her nervous system screams

But inside the house 

It’s quieter than it seems

No one knows

No one ever knows

The worry of trusting

Anyone

When you can’t even trust yourself

To make basic decisions 

That could end 

In soul crushing divisions 

Poem: Whiskey and Sunsets

 I tell myself to look:

To look up lyrics of songs

the ones that make you feel

everything all at once.

To look up at the stars 

realizing I’m alive

and whole

and divine.

To look people in the eyes

to catch the light of sunrise 

or

the darkness of sunset.

But I looked up once

And caught his eyes

gazing back at mine

and all I can surmise 

is on the eve of sunset

I watched the sunrise

in whiskey laden eyes. 

Poem: Again?

Again…

Again.

Always again.

Again we strike out the name

Retain the knowledge

Jot down notes

On turned down mental pages

Doggy eared save points

Hopes

Dreams

Ideas of “happiness”

And what that might actually look like.

If, you believed it existed.

Yet, again.

The pen stays poised

Hesitant 

Stunted

Not willing to move

Or try

To conjure up an ounce of “trying”

While denying the pain of starting again.

Over and over again

Again haunts your dreams

Hides in dark corners 

Where doubt grows unfettered.

Again

You whisper 

While checking your phone

The time stamps

And wondering what you did 

This time.

Again

The same song and dance

Again

And again

And

Again…

Again once more

Into the fray

If the promise that again

Will simply 

Go

Away.