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April 14, 2019
Lemoore, United States

Steal the things that
Broke your wings and
Give them to the sky

Break light on edges that
Stand on ledges with
Too much heart to die.

ANGEL OF AMOR
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March 26, 2019
Lemoore, United States

It is                my midnight

Screaming the collapse of

                 Her

Bitter soul impaled.....
Nevermore            a dreamer

Half dawn mourning
                  An empty dusk

Strange raven
                            shudders
               At she
Who
         lost
               the
                     sky.

SOUL
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March 26, 2019
Lemoore, United States

“The trouble is,”
He whispered against her ear,
“You are words where the world only wants your beauty.”

“The trouble is,”
She whispered at his lips,
“You see beauty as something to be controlled; beauty is wild and untamable. You, sir, are going to wish I was merely words.”
She said,
Before biting off his tongue.

GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME
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December 9, 2018
Lemoore, United States

Period blues
And I’m torn between vivid teal and
Stoic grey
Twirling the air like answers I’ve been seeking
For questions I’ve only recently discovered I owned,
Paramount to the books half-written
With no cover art to adorn them yet,
And still, I stride lazily this day
One room into another,
As though either the pace or subtle change of scenery might
Awaken a drop of knowledge,
Some ink stain I’ve missed,
Revealing it’s true form to me,
Because lately,
The language is a bit metaphorical,
And today,
I’m craving straight lines.

GEMINI
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November 25, 2018
Lemoore, United States

Whatever real is,
Tastes like dreams and forgotten hopes,
Inaccurate memories,
As time steals the truth,
Locks it away behind the threads,
Plays a melody of familiarity,
But you’ll never remember why
The words sound like you wrote them,
Never remember why it feels like home,
The truth always on the tip of your tongue
But the words fade away,
And at the moment you reach out
Toward home,
The melody stops,
Leaving an emptiness,
The scent of a dream masking the echoes,
Continuing the idea that it was fake,
And the moment you’re in is what’s real,
Keeping safe the other option:
The echoes are real,
Testaments to past lives lived and lost,
Save for random glitches
Giving way to a larger picture
N...

NAVIGATION
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November 25, 2018
Lemoore, United States

I couldn’t craft the silence into anything meaningful for you,
Couldn’t dress up it up formal with a pretty bow tie,
Miscalculated my part in the end of things
As much as I did in the beginning,
It wasn’t supposed to go this far,
But silence still has remnants of unexplained feelings,
Fragments like shells on the sand
Waiting to be carried away on the waves,
Becoming hidden treasure on the ocean floor,
The only evidence that it once was real
Scattered at depths we can’t dive to,
And with that knowledge,
There is only silence.

SHAZIA
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September 16, 2018
Lemoore, United States

Random unfinished thoughts
And I’d broken just a few
Before holding onto the next one
Hoping against all hope
I hadn’t lost my ability to feel
My way from one road to the next
Without fear
And I know,
I’d jump without hesitation.

PULSE
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September 16, 2018
Lemoore, United States

Unfinished,
We are
The torment
Lingering in the doorway,
Caught between fighting
To stay
And chasing,
Whichever of us leaves first,
We are
The mess
Staring up at us from the floor,
Jagged pieces
Slicing fingers
And from where I stand,
My fingers are the only ones bleeding.

HEARTBREAK
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September 10, 2018
Lemoore, United States

To lay awake some nights,
Rummaging around in memories...
I’ve found it’s funny how some
I remember vividly,
Every detail perfectly in place
Despite the decay of passing years,
And others,
I remember far less or
Nothing at all,
Bits and pieces out of context,
And what I do remember,
Feels like a story told to me
Rather than something I lived,
And it’s funny...
How certain memories stay alive
Despite the pieces of me that died.

HOPE BATEMAN
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September 2, 2018
Lemoore, United States

Remembering things
From before
You,
Is trying to forget
How I felt
With you.

Some stains,
My mother told me,
Are permanent.

FRAGILE WOMAN
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August 26, 2018
Lemoore, United States

My secrets
On bended knee
In your presence
Pulling petals from flowers
In absolute silence;
Please don’t miss me in the morning.

LETTRS SHERLOCK
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August 24, 2018
Lemoore, United States

Pick Your Poison

I might weave words with bruises,
Might stitch wounds with carefully constructed lines,
My way of releasing these toxins,
And it might sound crazy, to you,
This picking of the scabs,
This picture book I’ve created of poems,
Chronologically capturing my existence
From the moment I learned how to breathe,
Might leave you wondering why,
Why I’d want to remember any of it,
The bad and the ugly
You might say I’m a glutton for punishment,
And I might admit everyone is, to some degree.

ART IN THE MAKING
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August 14, 2018
Lemoore, United States

Restless as the sea
I am the heart that bellows up
From the warrior’s belly,
Strength and defiance mixed with
A soul that has seen too many worlds
And knows,
This isn’t the only one,
Nor the only death,
It is simply a rebirth,
Primal scream from ancient lungs
Through a throat coated with anger
And off a tongue drenched
In memories of every time she died,
A scream that carries a universal truth:
You cannot kill me,
I will always return.

INK DROP
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August 7, 2018
Lemoore, United States

To each the risk was weighed,
To have left or to have stayed,
For others the song was too long
But still, it played.

Off tune was every note,
Let it sink or let it float,
For some the words were absurd
But still, they wrote.

A first, middle and last,
Too slow or a bit too fast,
For many the time was just fine
But still, too vast.

HOPE BATEMAN
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July 22, 2018
 

Visitor, unannounced,
Rifles through the papers strewn across the floor,
Reading words and partial phrases,
Furrowed brows mirroring the mind behind them,
Trying desperately to understand the reason for this mess,
“I’m looking for something,” I reply to the question he hasn’t yet asked,
“For what?” He questions,
“The poem I need to write that I wrote years ago, but it didn’t fit then; it fits now.” I respond,
As I continue to search through the years
Sprawled out on this floor,
Simultaneously awed by the amount I’ve written,
And daunted by the amount I will have to search through to find the rest of the words floating around in my head.

INK WOMAN
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July 8, 2018
Hanford, United States

Rough as the sky
Not balanced
Pen with no ink
But it stains all the same,
Poetry changes,
Tide crawls in and
Rushes away
Despite my wishing it’d stay
Beyond complications...
Travel the world
Circle the grave
If only for a glimpse
Before walking away
I’m not ready to see
Just now learning to breathe
The salt in the air
Washing clean
Like the waves
That stain
My pen.

TIME
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June 25, 2018
Lemoore, United States

I wish I could write you,
Like trouble from afar,
But you’re always too close,
The way flames drench the logs and cackle,
Your name,
Whispered over and over
From a place I can’t see,
I’ve tried to outrun you,
But you’re somehow right beside me,
Always smiling that smile,
As though you know my reasons for looking away,
But how could you?
Unless they’re your reasons too....

SURREAL SCENE
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June 10, 2018
Lemoore, United States

She keeps a pen and paper on her at all times,
Reminiscent of the days
She’d write whole poems on her left arm,
Walking between classes
Or out with friends,
Because ignoring the
Sudden onslaught of words
Was never an option,
And still isn’t;

Pardon her interruption
Of the conversation,
But your words tripped on a land-mine,
And gave the artist
Something to work with.

SOUL
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June 10, 2018
Lemoore, United States

She laughs to herself
As the music plays,
The cosmic chiropractor
Adjusted her back into place
So she can move as she was meant to;

She’s always such a bitch when she’s out of alignment.

COME TO ME
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June 10, 2018
Lemoore, United States

No words for ages,
And now she can’t write fast enough,
This random upheaval of words
Keeping her madness so occupied
There isn’t any moment to waste
Thinking of where they went
Or just how long they’d been gone;

In truth,
It doesn’t really matter.

All that matters is that they’re back.

JOURNEY
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June 10, 2018
Lemoore, United States

She stays, half hidden
Standing in the crowd,
Always half blended
In their colors,
And half stubborn defiance,

Patiently waiting
For one who would see her
As whole as she is.

LETTRS LATTE
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June 10, 2018
Lemoore, United States

Escape artist, she wore
No make-up
No disguise
But she could disappear
So completely
She’d make you wonder
If you’d ever seen her at all.

INK DROP
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June 10, 2018
Lemoore, United States

I found a moment
Lost and forlorn on the ground,
A shiny something half-buried beneath the dirt,
Waiting for the light
To hit it just right
And catch the eyes of a passerby;

How lucky am I?
It found me
On my stroll today.

PEACE
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May 22, 2018
 

An echo
In the distance
Crashes through my haze
And swiftly kicks
The torment from my head,
Ghosts back into their bones,
Before moonlight
Shines shadows back into
Their true forms.

CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON
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May 13, 2018
 

Too many words
Not enough space
Not enough time
To erase the face
I see in my dreams
I know in my bones
The moment I met you
I knew I was home
In some other time
And in some other place
A previous life
Perhaps a different pace
Forgive my heart
Our earlier mess
Two lost souls
Who lost their heads.

LETTRS LATTE
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May 13, 2018
Lemoore, United States

I smiled
And there you were
Nestled in the breeze
Like silence on this road,
Always opposite my mood
You’re my u-turn
Against a yellow light
And no pause.....
Just a curiosity
And this smile
At the thought of us
Colliding again.  

WRITE ME SOME LETTRS
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May 2, 2018
 

I paused today
When I thought of you,
Paused so hard I didn’t realize
I’d stopped on the tracks,
Train coming full speed,
And I paused
Just long enough
For the train to run me over;
And then,
I realized,
I still have more to learn.

X MEANS YOU’RE OUT
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April 17, 2018
 

Rude awakening never thought
To challenge the writer
To a proper fight,
No;
Even slammed with harsh reality,
The writer etched words
Into the moment,
Stealing the power by wearing
Pain:
Her favorite new shade of red lipstick.

INK DROP
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April 5, 2018
Lemoore, United States

Snippets of conversations
My random ideas unfinished
But I trace them again
And realize:
They were always finished,
It was I who was incomplete.

A STITCH IN TIME
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April 5, 2018
Lemoore, United States

Becoming the air,
She is the wind
Crossing oceans
To reach the lungs
Starving for life.

SOUL
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