Personal Writing
I have been writing poetry since I was a child. I would be remiss to not include these creative pieces that have brought me clarity, peace, and understanding in my personal journey.
Lost Mind
Come to me in darkness. Stay until light touches our scorned faces. Hold this hand as it shakes. Turn your cheeks into those mounds of flesh that feel like smiles upon faces. Do not show me your back. My eyes need not see such a stance deprived of friendship.
When mental clarity eludes me, lost as it is to begin with, be near. Set your feet like stone as mine are without anchor. I am lost in this ocean of thoughts and feelings foreign to my right mind, and therefore need, without compromise, a right mind to steer me back to calm seas.
I will come back to me in due time. But, until then, watch the clocks while I watch my worlds collide.
Growth Rings
A fingerprint the shape of tree growth rings.
We are poems on paper, nature that sings.
With each year passing and another dawn
we are beautiful nothings or listless pawns.
We dance with the wolves, nature or human.
We listen for devils that leave hearts in ruin.
With each tree planted and each cut down
we are born as luster or angels not found.
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Moments of reflection.
Taking steps back in time.
Thoughts of the perfection
that was never really mine.
Smile on my lips.
Tears in my eyes.
Bittersweet clips
of a life, a guise.
Fate leading me here
in this skin, these shoes.
No angers or fear.
Heart of scars, bruised.
Peculiar my path, long miles.
Love lost, deception, defense.
Alone and happy, I smile.
It all makes sense, perfect sense.
Some Aren’t Mine
Some stories aren’t mine to tell.
They’re pennies tossed into my wishing well,
left to silence with peaceful hope
and held below where they cannot float.
Some songs aren’t mine to sing,
like melodies on paper but not guitar strings.
The notes are quiet to the left of the clef.
I start to hum but catch my breath.
Some secrets I hold and others hold me,
like the nights of kisses shared secretly
and crippling illness that takes away life.
They’re my greatest poems I’ll never write.
Tears
Send me flying across time and space in little pieces of love and light. Or keep me still, swirling inside with her laughter and destiny. She tells me she loves me. I’m catapulted into rivulets of longing, gathering into streams of centuries-old intertwined souls. Her love fills my eyes, warmth on my cheeks, spilling my soul out in clear drops of eternity. My soul has come home and this is how it tells me so.