Remember This

you must never cocoon me when i want to freefall nor cuff my wrists in place when i need both hands to write, to create, to strangle myself remember when the world claims that love holds fast and never let’s go remember this i am yours to love i am no one’s to keep  

An Other Way to Love

i need you to let me walk to the edge of a cliff knowing without a doubt that i will jump off and i need you to let me walk on without trying to stop me can you love me like this?


I found a letter That turned the ground I sat on To quicksand And slowly sinking Reeling from my find I wonder how you could So easily lie And how lucky for me To never have tried To heal you Your wounds lie deep within And you vibrant color-drenched skin Is a poisonous façade I could never heal you…

Lessons in Pain

I was told that I should endure all pain that came my way as practice for future pain I will encounter in life and that, rather than run away and cut people off, I should learn to suffer the hurt they inflicted because that’s the price of roses.


Once a rose blooms Into velvety smooth perfection Unfurls in all its glory Like a child’s pretty tutu I close my eyes Freeze that beauty In a place untouched by time And then I leave Before that rose shrivels Like a dying butterfly’s wings And dies away Like I know it must


Daily Prompt: Fifteen Minutes You have 15 minutes to address the whole world live (on television or radio — choose your format). What would you say? Photographers, artists, poets: show us THE BIG MOMENT. ——————————————————————————————-


I am wary of loving How many have I loved so And bled ages for And how strange that now All are nothing But mere statistics Strangers I know from some place  For the stray cat I feed Whose roots I have no clue I care more Than I do The mere thought of those…


There is grace In giving in And walking away Poise In discerning your strengths Knowing to push wheels And not walls There is a wise patience In letting go To await Another turn Not cowardice Nor pessimism Grace Choosing battles well And retreating From others Not avoidance Nor self defeat Acceptance There is grace In…


I write to remember To be angry And sad And passionate about things I think need change I write to remember That life can be better This isn’t all there really is There could be more And I know so


I have to let go Of things I use no more Past papers of rough drafts Bottles of perfumes Devoid of their scents Pairs of shoes I’ve grown too old for I have to let go Of things I use no more Give them out Burn them up Clean my closet ASAP Throw things away…


There is a reason they say Follow your heart Follow the one who knows The heart knows all It knows what it wants Even when its bound To be broke The heart knows How the story ends Listen to your heart Its knows all Its been here before Like a child knows She will fall…