Brain Fog I’m trying to concentrate. I swear I am. But my heads all foggy And I’m losing to the demands On my mind and on my body So I’m curled up fetus-style, Waiting for someone to tell me I can stop for a little while. But I know I’ll try again. I’ll drive toward completion. I’ll get up and carry on, Without focusing on … Continue reading Brain Fog, a poem
Too Early to be late It’s too early to get up but there’s so much to do. Can’t keep going like this but he Has to. All about the money and These nice things he has. Maybe he’ll try to lower His class. Tired of decisions about Everything from clothes to food. It’d be great if they’d tell him what To do. But that’s no … Continue reading Too Early to be Late, a poem about success
Your life is a book. It’s your story. You write it every day. Did you know that? Have you taken control of the author or narrator’s role to move your own character through their story arch? Sometimes I forget that the things I do are the result of my own decisions. Sometimes I get angry or bored or frustrated with my life. We all are … Continue reading A New Chapter of Your Life
And she asked Sydney about death. “Do you fear death?” When Sydney did not respond, she continued. “Some say if you don’t fear death, you aren’t living well. But I don’t know. I know death is part of life, but still…” “Hmm,” Sydney considered. “I think there is nothing to fear about death,” Sydney said. Her brow furrowed. “Of course there is. Everyone fears death.” … Continue reading Cobblestones, Part 1
Friends, I am told I might be worrying some of you… Continue reading Depressed, but still kicking
I have been told my whole life that I don’t have style. They were wrong. If their goal was to beat me down until my wardrobe was completely full of things that are boring, or that don’t feel like they are mine, they were successful. I gave up slowly. I tried to wear fashionable things but was told I didn’t look good in them. I … Continue reading Wearing My Will
The old man whispered from the dark, Shadows hiding his intent. He urged the youth to embark. With palsied voice, hear what he said. – “Come you to the water’s edge. Come you to the line of trees. Come you step beyond the hedge. Think you ready now to leave. – “Grown men dream of freedom lost. Women of their wildest days. Boys they wish … Continue reading Cannot Stay, a story poem
Do you poets out there submit your work in contests? I’m trying to figure out how to tell if certain contests are legit. I feel like I can’t trust anything online… but I want to do contests. Do you all have anything you look at before you enter contests or submit your work for publication? Continue reading Question: Poetry Contests?
Unheard Warnings Speaking loud into the ether, hoping that someone will hear. Shouting silent words of wisdom, unwrapped from my mortal fear. Know the history, heed its warning. Find it waiting for you there. In the winter, I will slumber; liken me to bear and squirrel. In the autumn, find me wishing always to be have been a girl. In the springtime, in the summer, … Continue reading Unheard Warnings, a poem
Someday When I wake, this I say, “Let me live my life today.” When I lay down, this I cry, “Let me live before I die.” Now I wake to the sun’s rays. I’d like to spend the hours at play. But money urges me to my desk. I won’t be getting any play or rest. Someday I’ll leave this job behind. I’ll find a … Continue reading Someday, a poem of hope and tears
Reciprocity is a blade-handled knife. Unexpected, undenied. We each grab at pain and thrust at our equal, Knowing we too deserve what we give. When I rise, dreams wasted hence, I hope to earn what I have spent. You take it all and weep with the angels. Bleeding, I wonder which one of us fell. And when I land beyond the veil, I can but … Continue reading Earned, a poem of truth
WILL TO RISE Will my body now to rise from soft haven, sweet and calm. Will my soul to stir inside and still living, carry on. Will myself to lift and stretch, to move with intention pure. Will my frame to strongly stand, giving in to life’s allure. Will my thoughts to clarify, and lock upon what I so choose. Will my doubt to nullify, … Continue reading Will to Rise, a poem
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
Lucidity Lamb 