How a woman gets a manNot the dress, not the curve, not the shine of her hair, Not the practiced perfection hanging in the air. It’s the way the world dims when her message lands, Threads go quiet, the scroll slips from my hands. It’s how my thoughts line up, suddenly... See More »
Winters dance …The sun hangs high, a diamond bright, And floods the world with golden light. Upon the lake, the ice is still, A vast expanse, beneath the hill. A dusting snow, like sugar spun, Adorns the path the skates have run. It powders deep the shadowed... See More » (1)
I hate myselfI hate the way I watch the clock like it’s a stranger I’m avoiding. Minutes pile up like unopened mails, each one addressed to a version of me who was supposed to try harder. I carry plans like unfinished sentences, beautiful beginnings with no... See More »
How I fall in loveI fall in love like it’s a reflex. Smile? Yes. Kind eyes? Already done. My heart skips thinking and goes straight to maybe. I call it optimism. Others call it a pattern. I don’t flirt I accidentally care. Hard. Fast. Sincerely. If love were... See More »
Craving attention - sad thoughtsI am ashamed of how loudly my silence asks for you. I have so much to give it frightens me, attention like sunlight, care that doesn’t run out, time, the only currency that is truly mine. I would hand you my days without counting them, my nights... See More »
wrote a poemPromise of Life when your life is too messed up for words and you're bereft of inspiration and love is gone or love is wrong and no one would care anyway... i think of the earth with its' singing its' glad song of birds or its' winds crying in the... See More »
A Pumpkin Patch Christmasoh, what a wonderful day a wonderful day, yes indeed with its blue skies and its warm sunshine oh yes, what a wonderful day Christmas time in the pumpkin patch Its where I grew up, you see with mother and father and all my family friends and... See More »
You are notYou are the sun which is setting in the evening, A quiet fire folding itself into gold, A whisper of warmth drifting over the horizon As day kneels softly before your light. You are the moon, the body of the night, A calm guardian carved in silver,... See More »
