I was tying my shoes
Wrapped with thoughts of death
Wondered if the stone beneath me
Would appreciate the human dire
Splashed over it like ketchup
And no, it wasn’t thoughts of suicide
For I know death is not really what I want
Maybe I do write letters sometimes
About my last day on this ground,
but they're just words caused by pain
And yet I can’t help but wonder
If murderers do feel fear when they kill
I wonder if the sin of lying is equal to killing
I love how dark
the room, wrapped up
in quietude, the rain
will stir, and the grand
will soon; blanket
of singular drops
will soak the earth
snow cover of grand
wrapped up in cocoon
second cup of coffee
bare feet and relief
from humidity
how silent the rotation
of the fanned out blades,
like the clashing of clouds
there is a cure for silence,
the eventuality that
the world awakens
and the flowers, all wet
there will be the morning kiss;
lips parting, bliss
perhaps it is
a pancake morning
the pouring
of batter and mizzle
“a drizzly-mist,” and
comfort food, or scrambled
yolks and whites
with cheddar and chatter
“brain food”
still, quiet
"I'm making lots and lots of noise
Adore the glitter and the toys
Results? Achievements? Only fame
I'd love for you to guess my name"
July 13, 2026
A heart that's wrapped in cellophane
stays dry when tears fall like rain,
but when you take off the wrapper,
it will break and go down the crapper.
Look at me
even if its not with ur eyes
turn ur body to me
even if its not genuine
make me think you care
caress my hair
even if its tightly wrapped around ur fingers
promise to keep holding me
and ill hide my feelings
like the marks i secretly tell u to leave
feel me
while i move through the regret
of telling u to come back
pay attention and
ill say i love it
because its the only way u notice
why don't u just look
i just want to be seen
The elf was wrapped up tightly in lighted string
By a mystical witch who claimed to be a queen
She did not know if she would ever get out
But had been told not to wiggle, move or shout
The wrapped elf stayed there on Halloween night
Werewolves and vampires stopped and stared in fright
The work of Minerva, they agreed; one hid in a small urn
Some were so scared, they ran off, terrified Minerva would return
The witch did come back at midnight as she had stated before
I kept you safe from Halloween, she said to the elf, Lenore
Lenore gave her a nod, and conveyed her gratitude that night
Hoping to slip away, while the moon was sill rounded and white
Wrapped in a cloak of dreams, beneath the sky with an ebony brow,
I lose myself among the shadows of the night, seeking meaning amid paradox.
Butterflies of longing flutter through my soul, carrying silent echoes on their wings,
Filtering light through the rain of stars, with hearts of lost flames.
At dawn of thoughts, when the sun shakes its lashes of memories,
Time bends like an autumn leaf caught in a swirl of sparks.
You are a river of whispers reflecting fragments of dreams,
Make your way into me, like shadow into light, when the night secretly closes.
My soul reflects in the mirror, a wave of marine paradoxes,
When the moon sifts its golden sand, and the stars flow toward you.
We scatter like ash on water, carrying within us an unbounded longing,
In the deep silence of the sky, with dreams ignited in whispers of yearning.
Lay my path with petals of roses lost in the sunset,
And let my soul soar on the wings of untold time.
In my heart, paint with light, draw astral symbols,
Embrace me like the sea in a storm, beneath the sky of majestic dreams.
Weak I became
Wrapped in a heavy cloak of guilt and shame
Lost and unable to reclaim
My feet were once firm
now trembled with fear
Afraid to stand before the Lord, my heart unclear
But God, in his mercy, sent me angels of grace
Who listened to my story and showed a gentle face
They helped me rise reminding me of God's love
And whispering to me, "You are not alone, God loves you, and he'll receive you with open arms."
He will embrace you and dress you in nice clothes
Like the father did for the prodigal son
"Welcome, welcome, welcome home" " he'll say to you
With no judgment, no condemnation, just pure love
I was blessed with words of affirmation and encouragement,
With their tender love and support,
I felt peace, and my heart renewed.
These are the people we all need
A blessing to the soul
A reminder we're not alone, making us whole
Let's help people with ears that hear and words that heal
And pray for one another, that love and hope may appear
A-S B
When two people love each other
It’s like the confluence of two streams..
and the two of you immediately begin making memories
wrapped in each other’s dreams.
You feel happy, safe and comfortable inside your blanket
just the two of you
but as you add family and friends you find how easily
your blanket wraps around them too.
And you discover life is even happier and more exciting too
as the blanket of dreams they brought with them
wraps around you too.
And from this confluence of dreams you find
you’re happy with the direction your life is taking…
with the path your heart has chosen
with the memories you’re making.
Memories once made…you forever want to keep
so your mind finds a quiet place…a peaceful room
and tucks each on safely off to sleep.
Until your rivers meet up again
and, as you’re sitting on the shore,
a word or sentence spoken or a smile
wakes up a memory you’ve shared before.
And you find there is no place you’d rather be
than seated by that stream…
sharing a memory you’ve made together
while wrapped in each other’s dreams.
It was as real as you see,
Actions painted by places and fleeting allusions.
Over time, overkill, over the top
Can you feel my will?
Look me in the eyes as I take you,
To that secret place where I can be with you,
And you make me feel like you.
Wrap me in your arms.
Life is not linear, nor straight-edged.
I lift my eyes to the coming of one,
I lower my tone to calm our bond.
opens his mouth, crimson tongue of seduction,
velvet blanket, petals by, as I delve,
a plunderer of pleasure, my lips, a ship of delight,
charting the uncharted waters of his terrain.
guess you could say we're having a real 'cutthroat' relationship - I'm making the final edit....with a scalpel.
But you loved me for the girl i was
Not the girl i am nor the girl i was becoming
Not loving me with my flaws
But loving me for my flaws
So together you can tie me down
You wrapped me in your poisonous arms
And whispered sweet nothings in my ears
You suffocated me with your toxic charm
And made me believe it was love that i feared
You loved me for my brokenness
For the shards of my shattered dreams
You loved me for my vulnerability
For the weaknesses that made me scream
You loved me for my dependence on you
For the way i couldn't breathe without you
You loved me for my loss of identity
For the way i lost myself in you
But I'm breaking from your toxic grasp
I'm learning to love myself,to heal, to mend
I'm finding my voice, my strength, my way
And I'm leaving you and your toxic love to decay
Your love was a prison, a chain that bound
But I'm shattering the shackles,I'm spreading my wings
I'm flying awag from your toxic embrace
And I'm finding my own way , my own pace
My love was wrapped into gestures
Instead of words
Into concerns and nagging
Teasing and smiling
The sigh I gave in fondness
Whenever you pouted over something
When I remembered what mattered
Beyond days and nights
The favorite coffee, the way you slept
Not the product name
But I knew your soap smell
My love was wrapped into doing
Instead of saying
Leaving an extra blanket
An umbrella, a small question
Sparing a smile when I did not feel like
Pulling you tight, it will be alright
Patting your head in praise
Letting you stay or go
Whatever will let your rise
My love was wrapped bittersweet
Instead of angel like
You had to look to find
The sugary parts
Taste it thoroughly before
Leaving a mark
It carried a tinge that will last
Beyond the first touch
Like a faded mingle in future
Of a memorable past.
See that slender tree standing there
shooting upward in the air
with vine pointed towards the sun
and leaves falling abundantly to the ground,
the roots are planted firmly in the ground
and the vines wrapped closely around the bud
absorbing all the energy
oh what cruelty awaits thee
Layers and layer of vine
Warped around the slender tree
Sucking the life out of the trunk
The nutrients are gone and
and the bark stares frantically in the dark
I grab a knife and start cutting them way
And at last the misery suddenly fades away
And the tree could breathe fresh air
Desire is wrapped around the vine
You have got to leave that place
Before the wind sets in.
First six lines of my triolet entitled “Wrapped in White” followed by my contrasting six lines which I’ll entitle “Crestfallen in Snow”
I long to tread upon the snow
in hush of winter, wrapped in white;
in feathered mounds serenely go.
I long to tread upon the snow.
The boughs hang low; no wind doth blow.
My love, come see the wondrous sight!
Who wants to trudge in knee-high snow
especially in cold of night
when wind chill factor’s ten below?
Cars slide off roads and fierce winds blow.
Boughs break and icicles hang low.
Stay, Dear, instead, by our firelight!
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