a warm puppy’s head is on my left heel
it’s a heavy head; he is a big puppy
he is cozy here, next to his mama
I got him at four months and ten days
wonder if he ever thinks about his birth mother?
he has the saddest brown eyes
so I think he does
I lay down and think,
think about everything.
About failures from my past,
mysteries from the present and all
that could come next
to make my heart beat fast.
What will happen and what will I do?
It's easy to overthink it,
but fate is unknown – for me too.
Humanity is dying,
it's the only truth we know.
But faith I will never lose in you.
You're my light every night,
keeping the monsters out of sight.
You're the sound I need in silence,
the sun that lightens up the sky.
Your warmth with every touch I keep,
I feel it
when you aren't near.
Because I need you to live
like I need lungs to breathe.
Without you
I would drown in the sea of my tears
I cry for losing you.
That is the truth
you have to know.
You are my peace I need to remind me –
I'm not alone.
Even when I overthink
and my mind won't shut down.
I'm okay
when I'm not.
Thinking of you helps me a lot.
Your presence heals my world of chaos,
calms my mind and slows down my heartbeat,
like the only drug I'll ever need.
Heartbreak is not born of the flesh
but memories striking, ever fresh.
This dying oak leaf
Between my fingers was
The only gold I ever owned
Not that I can say
It was really mine
Just something
To keep for awhile
While September was
Here with me
That leaf played with me
Running rings around
My wrinkling fingers
For minutes …
That felt like hours
Then, with palms open
I let gold go …
Back to where it belonged
Which was not with me …
May we be blessed to pray for love…
whether it comes directly from our heart
or guided by a God from up above…
for never in our lifetime
as a country
as a people
has there been a greater need for love.
Why is it, when you want to go,
They ask you...can't you just stay?
And, when you want to stay,
They tell you...won't you just go?
The more I think on the subject,
The more I "Think!" I know.
Tell them, you really want to "Stay!"...
When you "Really!"...want to "Go!"
“Forward Ever...Backwards…Never!?!”
With all
The progress
We made, how
Is it that we’re
Back to where
We once were
With oppression?
Did we become
So comfortable
That we failed
To see what
Was coming
To push us
Back and make America great again?!
How could we have simply missed
The vivid message of Stockholm,
Which, for us, here today, is now
A USA, Oppressor Syndrome?!
Have you ever felt the invisible pain, the one that bleeds in silence,
Echoing like a muffled sound in the depths of your lost soul?
Have you experienced the madness that engulfs you like a storm without rain,
Leaving you to collapse quietly, as if nothing had happened?
Have you ever stood motionless, listening to the voices that drown you in air,
Wondering if anyone has ever heard your mute screams?
Or perhaps you can't even speak, your throat bound by invisible threads,
Do your unspoken words reflect back, kept in silence, like a bitter secret?
How long will you keep hiding this heavy and silent burden?
It's not weightless, nor easy to carry, as it might seem from the outside.
I wonder how many of us are victims of this oppressive silence,
An ocean of unseen pain, that binds us in a network of suffering.
In the stream of consciousness, I ask if you find yourself in these words,
If you still keep the silence, locking inside you the inner storms,
And if you will ever release this burden that weighs you down,
So that your soul may find peace in the light of a new dawn.
Isn’t sleep supposed to be restful?
Isn’t sleep supposed to be calm?
Sleep is a time my mind goes off the deep end, replaying like a broken record.
Sleep is a time the panic and anxiety creep in, startling me awake.
Being abruptly awakened by such intense anxiety, feeling nauseous but like you're being choked at the same time.
The alarm doesn’t come fast enough yet too fast all at once. Body and mind still drained.
Will the calm of sleep ever find me?
When I see u i feel something right inside of my heart,
I try to act different like I don't care,but I really hate being apart,
I know I've changed and you have too but is it for the good,
Cuz one thing that will never change i loveu dont even know if it could,
All I'm saying is like brenton wood is take another chance on me,
Cuz my love is way to strong for me to leave things the way that they be,
It's really frustrating and makes me mad but I know I am to blame,
I treated us and I was wrong and acted like it was a game,
If people know that they hate to lose then games they shouldn't play,
There is a saying that u don't know what you have until it is taken away,
And after all this happens to u and then you are all alone wondering if you can get it back or is it 4 ever gone.
A rabbit's life, tragically upended
because of the company he befriended -
where, once, happiness had brimmed,
he grew old, and his eyesight dimmed.
His brain slowed down like molasses.
'Twas then I saw him wearing glasses.
So, pitifully, he did implore,
but the carrot said, "don't darken my door".
In the end, he took the dead man's walk,
led by a vitamin A-poor celery stalk.
Once upon a time long gone …
The reigning queen let out a yawn,
And stood up from her regal throne
To trample down the hall alone
She ripped the crown from out her hair
And flung it out the window there,
It tumbled down the castle wall …
No knight or king did hear it fall
And off the ground it did bounce
The crown rolled out into a flounce,
Tumbling down into the moat
And thankfully it did not float
A queen no more and yet she smiled
Chuckling, whooping and skipping wild,
Saying goodbye to the castle rafter …
She'd found her happily ever after.
Hopes aspire
ever-higher
wined and dined
to merge inclined
Once admired ~
forever acquired
It clung like ivy, patient, green with hunger —
wrapped itself around every beam,
crept beneath shingles,
rooted in the cellar’s damp breath.
I mistook it for the house itself —
fed it rain, fed it dust,
let it climb my windows
and press its leaves to the glass
until I could no longer see daylight.
But rot loosens quietly.
One morning the vines lay slack,
detached in their own weight,
as if my silence was permission
for them to fall away.
Now the walls breathe unchoked,
bare brick catching sun like raw skin.
Floorboards sing with sudden emptiness.
The air is new — thin, sharp —
a future echoing through cleared rooms.
I walk barefoot through debris,
lighter than I have ever been.
For the first time
I do not flinch at my own footsteps.
Do you ever feel like u feel no love and the feeling won't go away,
Or do you feel like your depressed almost every single day,
Are there days u wake up but just can't get out of bed,
Is it cuz facing a new day probably is what you dread,
Have u ever been with someone who did everything right,
But still you were not happy, and would constantly try to fight
Have u ever started crying for no reason, and you could not make it quit,
Or seen things that u knew were not there and thought you were getting messed with,
Have you ever sat there reading a book but don't remember what u just read,
Have nightmares always the same, in them u end up dead,
Or had a friend who u always played with but only you can see,
Seen someone with all the symptoms and said that wont be me,
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