a poetic journal.
Ooooooh so there was a glitch in my scheme so it seemed I thought because of his Nordic good looks he would respond kindly because I took the time to cook and baked these krumkake cookies for him hours, days and months of familiar, intimate conversation I finally had the courage to show my appreciation with more than a hope we could move beyond just friends Alas, he looked at me aghast I don't know what to sayContinue reading “an intimate glitch”
Have to take a moment, let my eyes adjust and my pupils dilate, Oh! the musty scent of the damp stones, couldn't help but crinkle my nose I was lost, with no plan, caught traipsing through tunnels without a map I need to focus, mentally retrace my steps, try anyway, and answer those questions How did I get lost here? It was a riddle like life, right? I was stranded, abandoned making my way through this maze with no exit in sight.Continue reading “lost”
one simple sentenceContinue reading “15 minutes”
using simple words
we're all screaming
we just wanna be heard
voices fighting
for the front of the line
voices fighting
for our time
it's 15 minutes
in the spotlight
make the most of the moment
make it worth your fight
we only get 15 minutes
to be remembered
don't let your legacy
burn in the embers
Continue reading “the cryptic rendezvous”
I did not want my mind to go there
I did my best not to let it wander
into the desolation of my imagination
so as a distraction
I looked up the words of the day
they so perfectly detailed the situation
and the lines and rhymes started
to flood my mind
a narrative began to form
scribbles in excitement
a poem was about to be born.
It's been two months
that I've been stuck,
trapped in a rut
I’ve been unable to dig myself out of.
Two months.
I couldn't look up,
kept myself down
laid out on the ground.
The future is still a fog
but I finally took the first step
to drag myself out of this bog…
if I hiked to the top
of that diminutive butte
could I capture the sunset,
will I be able see the ocean,
watch the waves crash upon the beach,
can I touch a cloud
if I stretch
high and reach for the sky.
I was invited to a soirée the other day,
with glee I rsvp’d
in the mood to hobnob,
reunite and reconnect with friends
unseen since the commencement
of the pandemic
but dammit, cramps got in the way.
I spent all day in childs pose
the best way I know
to put the pain at ease.
They get the best of me.
I avoided the world that day,
sad, mad that I had to stay home
and miss the memories being made
Next time. Next time.
wod 9/24/21
her lofty ambitions often held her back,Continue reading “perfidy, lofty, dedication aka procrastination”
was it the lack of dedication
to follow through and make them true.
She was tired of trying
and denying it was the problem.
If only they knew…
her beast was back, closing in fast
just as she was rediscovering trust,
but the deliberate perfidy by
some friends was too much to handle,
seriously am not ready for the scandal.
Welcome stormy weather,
let me light a candle.
descriptors didn't enamor her so why was she enchanted by this charlatan's words. for a brief second: he was the guy The mojo this charlatan possessed often left her feeling blessed Aw sweetie, anything for you she would reply with a coy sparkle in her eye and a spring in her step magical moments that lasted seconds before he became a bore and spoke out of hand causing her to fall back to earth. Oh, he could’ve been the guy… but remember she wasn't enamored by descriptors zaftig? really? Is that what you see? In her body dysmorphic mind she was unable to embrace her curves and could only equate that word with the worst She missed the body she used to know The body she had before age come and took hold
wod 10/18/21
I heard the ping
vibrate from my phone
A text sent
waiting for me to respond
A petit billet-doux,
one single picture
hands held in cordiform.
Such a simple message
but it signified so much more
what a special kinship,
friendship,
we shared
Whatever it was I cherished it
more than most.
I smiled and blushed
then returned the text
with a ❤️
to show my love.
wod 2/14/22
My favorite mornings are the onesContinue reading “my favorite mornings”
where I wake up, sip my coffee and hum
Nina Simone's ‘It's a New Day’ to myself
because I am feeling good,
lucky to still be here
grateful for another chance
to make a difference
idk where the day will take me
but I’m curious enough
to travel to the outer limits
before I’m forced to reel myself back in,
for actions have consequences
and there is a too far to go, you know
by the time midnight strikes
I may be a little battered, buzzed,
slightly hammered
ready to regret a choice
I'm about to make
but for fucks sake…
He feels good.
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