Category Archives: poetry
tunneling…
I am writing my way back to sanity and it feels good. there is light, not only at the end of the tunnel but, all through the tunnel. stay tuned….
tunneling…
I am writing my way back to sanity and it feels good. there is light, not only at the end of the tunnel but, all through the tunnel. stay tuned….
Cinquains: a poetry form
THE ENEMY Clutter Starts in the mind And then slowly finds rest lurking in corners and closets. Stagnate. (traditional cinquain) WEAKNESS fingertips electrifying, kissable probing, whispering, moving setting bitten lips free. Begging. (modern cinquain) (2/30)
Cinquains: a poetry form
THE ENEMY Clutter Starts in the mind And then slowly finds rest lurking in corners and closets. Stagnate. (traditional cinquain) WEAKNESS fingertips electrifying, kissable probing, whispering, moving setting bitten lips free. Begging. (modern cinquain) (2/30)
declaration
Your love is like the high school teacher That you never forget, The one that flunked you And made u chase college dreams with a poor gpa. Your love feels as good as pine needles to bare feet, running for
declaration
Your love is like the high school teacher That you never forget, The one that flunked you And made u chase college dreams with a poor gpa. Your love feels as good as pine needles to bare feet, running for
Awakening
awakening to butterfly kisses fluttering in sensational places. Affirmations whispered Between barely-noticeable Tongue flicks to ears, Setting the stage for today. Morning massages of arms, neck and back, In constant combat with hard work, and set backs; Improving circulation. Improving
Awakening
awakening to butterfly kisses fluttering in sensational places. Affirmations whispered Between barely-noticeable Tongue flicks to ears, Setting the stage for today. Morning massages of arms, neck and back, In constant combat with hard work, and set backs; Improving circulation. Improving
