The lonely blackbird criesAs she flies across the morning skyOverdue at home to a family“I’m coming, I’m coming.” With nowhere to beAnd no one to take care ofI watch. And sip my coffee.And sigh.
Parker got arrested.Ben's not speaking to his father.Maya's moving away.We're separated.Kyle started school.I had to work on my child's 1st day of school.and I woke up late.My mother's dying.I'm moving.I miss your father every day.
It is a hard thing to be born;to leave the comfort of your mother's home,to leave the place where everything is taken care of for you and come into this cold world. It is a hard thing to be born.Have no control over what is happening to you.to have everything about your life change. It…
I don’t need to write another poem about youHow ironic this poemIs about you.But this is the lastI don’t need to hear another poem about youOr hear a poem about love or hate and think it's about you. Because this is the last time I'll think about youWhen I hear the word Love. or hate.…
A celebration of silence BecomesA celebration of the creak of the chairThe crack of his neck,The knock of her bonesThe cough of the manConsidering his coffinThe shuffle of feet Obviously stressed by the stillnessThe creak of a kneeThe chair againA sigh of settling for someone Who sighsDuring the moments set asideFor silent meditation And a celebration of tiny soundsinstead of silence.
If I should die before I wake, The laundry pile overflowing My unmentionablesWill surely be mentionedBy those who find me lying hereSleeping naked With a sheet and books stackedWaiting to be readAnd the curtains openSo that if I had arisenInstead of diedSomeone surely would have seen meIn the daylightAnd those who find me deadWould say it was a…
When it comes to you… I am Not me. I’m not confident in control Independent And free. I dont seek what I want I don’t dream a big dream. When it comes to you… I am Not me. I’m not rational Or certain With logic And drive. I don’t go for the goal. I don’t…
The tone of your voicesaying fuckErupts The breath in my breathAnd I’m wet AliveAgainAnd again(All the whileWithout sin)As you read and you whisper I’m withinMy own mind.Hear your voiceAnd I want to come Inside, you’re mine,Somehow I FindYour bed, your pain, insaneAnd to comeHome againWant to comeAnd believe It’s not all in my mindWant to comeWhen I findThe erotic,Divine.
When someone sees your faults It’s kryptonite Unable to use superpowers of Faith and belief
Body struggles to breathe Left to biology No mind No spirit Except the will to live
