I. I was once told the way I love was “too much.”I didn’t understand.Was the love too deep? Too needy? Too obsessive?Did I give too much, or not enough?How could I feel so inadequate, so “not enough,” and still be called “too much”?So there is a loneliness in the way I love.A fearfulness, now.A worry … Continue reading Love and I: A Poem in Three Parts
Tag: Poetry
Wildling
Loving you is like loving an animal half-tamedLearning patience when you leave, always wishing that you'd stayAlways careful not to push, always letting you lead the wayYou wild thing, youSo kind and sweet and gentleBut always so afraid My love for you is tender, but it burns in constant flameCraving every secret brush of touch, … Continue reading Wildling
Anxiety Attack
It’s so soft and sad, this quiet inner crumpling Shaky foundations crumbling Pent up emotion stumbling flowing upward, outward, heart thumping Breaths turn into gasps Gasps turn into sobs Eyes burn with tears Throat rasps Time stops Head pounding with dark thoughts Stomach turning itself in knots No room for logic when it’s fear calling … Continue reading Anxiety Attack
A Self-Aware Poem
I am, as the cliche goes, a mess of contradictions. Conflicting depictions of self fighting to emerge (None with conviction.) I am, as the cliche goes, unsure of who I am, really. Never sure what thoughts are my own, never certain of what I’m feeling. These trite words are all I have. None of which … Continue reading A Self-Aware Poem
Ira
Robert Frost wrote, “Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.” Anger is both. It is all-consuming And my mouth tastes sulfur And my throat feels charred Witches would cower at my insides if they saw (And Hades would feel at home) Then, silence reigns Screams are hushed down to nothing … Continue reading Ira
Words Are Useless
I dreamt of words that free and that bind Of words from heart and words from mind Words so cruel, words so kind Words that reveal, words that blind I dreamt of words bitter and sweet Of words that fool and words that teach Words better read, words made for speech Words of small consequence, … Continue reading Words Are Useless
Howl at the moon in desperate plea without preamble or fear, beg to be free Want the chains broken, the ropes to be cut Want to escape but don’t know from what~ Head for the ocean (the moon’s domain after all) Stand on a cliff and get ready to fall High tide or low, either … Continue reading
Take me with you
Taut, are the strings that bind us knit so close yet stretched so far apart; tapestry extending across oceans. Deserts. Merciless, this distance etched into the fabrics of our hearts and throbbing painfully Where are you going? Where are you now? I miss you. Stitch yourself closer? Or, travel if you must, but do not … Continue reading Take me with you
Crash and Burn
Carve out my insides and leave me bare for the vultures to consume Let them claw, rip, peck and tear until there’s nothing left to exhume Crush my bones beneath your heels till I am but a pile of dust This movie’s over, end of the reel I surrender myself to the Reaper’s trust My … Continue reading Crash and Burn
Psychotic
Watch yourself. Be careful now. The anger’s building up again...You can’t see it yet I fear,but the beast is rising from its denand this pen will become my sharp weaponBut forget writing curses, I’ll draw blood,then drag you rough across the mud,my face expressionless, eyes cold as iceIf you don’t heed my warning, pay the … Continue reading Psychotic
