Hello my demon friends and foes. I’ve come to offer you this rose. Salty iron, red with love, Dripping beauty, tears, and blood. Death is dreaming, soon to waken. Life is barren and forsaken. Plead with me for scales unweighted. No judge blinded, decided, jaded. Within the world of whispers quiet, Without the verbal pulpit pilots, Where only pride is price to paupers, Patience cannot … Continue reading The Judge, a poem for the forsaken
There are days when I want to scream “Where am I going?!” In San Francisco, they have a fabulous trolley rail system. It keeps the trolley cars “on track”. I have often wished for a similar system in my life. Wouldn’t that be lovely? You leave your childhood, settle on your designated trolley rail, and life just… happens. I know, its not a very independent … Continue reading Where Are You Going?
Stand Strong I have a thought to call myself a princess Of a kingdom long since gone to rest. I have a thought to take to sleep and wander Through dreams of flowered fields and oceans vast. I have a thought to take these in a bottle And drink them down without a bit of bread. But thoughts of feasting cannot sate my hunger And … Continue reading Stand Strong, a poem
How did it get so late? Where did the day go? The weekend? The years? Why didn’t I plan to still be alive, living day to day to day in my forties? What could I have done if I had known? What career? What adventures? What savings? Who would I be if I had spent the last forty years planning to be forty five? Continue reading Late
What if words were bricks, Adding up through life, Stacked high together, The heavy and the light, To form a tower filled With babel to the sky? Would your tower stand tall, Or crumble before it’s time? Continue reading Bricks of Babel, a poem
Freedom is different than I once thought. When I thought of freedom, I thought of what I could gain by losing everything I have. Of leaving and starting new somewhere else. Of a life not bound by the restraints of work and bills and cleaning. But that’s not freedom. Freedom is getting to take flight without giving up your place to land. It’s having nothing … Continue reading Freedom
I love how this cover turned out! I wasn’t sure… thought it might be too dark or dirty or unclear, but now that I see it in person… I love it! I’m so proud of this depressing little poetry book! Continue reading I Got My Copy!
If you have seen my newest poetry chapbook, you know I deal with depression. Depression is not something I would wish on anyone, but it has given me a unique perspective on mortality. Death is beautiful. I have no fear of death. I’m not physically reckless because I don’t want to be injured. I’m not financially reckless either, because I like having a home and … Continue reading Beautiful Death
There comes a time when one must realize an end. We are here on borrowed time, Using borrowed bodies, hearts, and minds. Our memories and actions will be erased. Only our souls, memoryless, Shall endure as maturing beings. We are immortal, but our bodies are not. Life is an overwhelming And educational condition. Soul to souls to soul, visceral bodies spent. Only our true cores … Continue reading Immortal
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