#poem

I loved you when you first kissed me, in a hospital 80 miles away. You rubbed the space between my fingers, In my mind you would stay. I loved you, patrick, when our bodies connected in a halfway house 60 miles away you touched my body and my spirit In the depths of my soul…

Sitting on a stranger's garden wall Almost having had enough of it all When it came to me that I was me again That I was allowed to be free again For the first time since the start of secondary school.   I stood out for not fitting in Into some narrow sphere of perceived…

https://youtu.be/c4sLoQD9AnU   You are my passionate goddess of the spring Reborn from the depth of Hades Here to provide another version Of the prism of light To express the gift of life Through vision and insight I can feel The breeze of the wind Gently gliding Over our sweating bodies I l...

Tomorrow is Monday, I hope my life would be better.... 8:19 pm😐 "Remembering those days when I begged you to stay when I gave my heart to you you let it slip away I don't know if I miss you so bad or it's the alcohol in my blood  without you i feel so lonely…

Travelled so far just to stand still Or worse, regress 20/20 in hindsight With fortitude, so much less Ignoring the elephant for decades Until there wasn't room enough to do so No man is an island Not even Crusoe Faced down the fears They faced me back And said 'if that's all you've got Then…

she invades my mind long auburn locks uncombed a universal freedom weeps from her soul her laugh is a plague of life she's young but old as time a blind trust that's second only to mine as delicate as an herbal tea she's an acquired taste her lean body gyrates madly the toxins fill her…

Eternal red light at a four way. I can feel your heart beating in my memory. A soft rain drops from the sky. The roads are vacant. Our souls were close. the wind kisses me. A distant set of headlights close in. Your breast were sweet to the taste. Lightning illuminates Purgatory. A traveler passe...

Words to me are like people. There are so many, such a variety, Each different, individualistic, Each with potential to reimagine society. But they don’t.   Words to me are like friends. They can be so kind, and warm your heart, With the ability to heal your wounds, And the ability to save y...

I reach my hand out, reaching for something that will help me believe that I’m not alone. Stretching my fingertips further than where I stand, hoping that I might feel the gravitation of an immense height before I step into it, I begin to feel another presence. I feel heat on the tips of my…

millennia of service. Cheap fruit trays are a replacement for respect. The awkward chatter of coworkers drowns out silence. She Moon walks on an alien planet. feasting on sweet flesh. she enjoys her exotic meal. She flies from pineapple to muskmelon. sounding like a B-52 with each short flight. D...