Poetry Circle
Starting a new decade with new poetry…
Even though I make next to nothing with these publications, I love being a poet. I've written a dozen poetry books, and just the satisfaction of creating them is all it takes to make me happy. Any sales I make is just gravy, aka the added bonus. I always like to post a new poetry…
Thoughts and Prayers
hear those church bells ringing the congregation singing voices raised - amazing grace begging god, please come and fill this place his mercies raining down as they worship at their altar I’m the lamb led to the slaughter and what I’m feeling isn’t god it isn’t sacred - isn’t holy what I’m feelin...
Not Your Rebel
I was raised to be an angel obedient and sweet But then I met the devil... and my curiosity I begged to disagree & to know what I can't see You might as well call me Eve or Alice, Pandora, or Anne (with an e) Because, if knowledge is power but it makes me a…
Survival
door is closing twisted lock skin exposing [sick] sweet talk acid rising in my throat pressure building in my pulse fire burning in my skin breath is steady body braced mind is ready just displaced trees are swaying with the breeze birds are calling wild & free clouds are drifting... back to ...
innocence
red flags warning signs fine print blurred lines slithering snakes [scape] goats sheep (or, wolves?)* see the notes smoke and mirrors lifted veil...yet never clearer fractured scenes still frames what's between push play press rewind whose lens- rose tinted? colorblind? turn away everything is fi...
gaslighting
condescending questions the only answer is a yes - and even then, it's not enough they press and press (and press) until my voice is echoing their words became my own - repeated back, ad nauseam became the truth I've known
Trauma
The devil’s been inside of me hot between my thighs Your god just watched him fuck me right before his eyes The devil’s been inside of me down on hands and knees Had me worshipping his idol until my body seized The devil’s been inside of me filled me full of [lies] Spit in my…
Assignment
Language is diminishing & thus, this [poem] is not worth fini-
HIDDEN PAIN OF THE EYES
Those who say, "In these eyes, there’s peace untold," What do they know, these eyes have witnessed storms unfold. In every moment, hidden are traces of pain, Behind every smile, is a world of silent strain. In the depths of these feelings, there’s an ocean still, Whose waves conceal the heart’s u...
Don’t Follow
Beside myself, a shell inside, all this damage I try to hide. Room full of dolls so plastic and fake,inhale the smoke with a nervous shake. Missed the chance as the moment waited, see a rainbow with the colors faded. Cut the flesh on blades…