Maintaining sanity She offers clarity My destiny Each path leads to this Interlocked in your kiss
Rivers span, offering a belief in something greater than oneself Water flows, reminding of things that make us wild From oceans, we originate to waves we descend Hope for another day If the rapids swallow me, know that my life will carry on Crashing powerfully, gritted with sand beneath feet The cycle of life stems from the sea adulterated and complete these droplets flow within me
Drowning in a tub full of tears Every sip erasing fears This courage fills me with sorrow This water purifies until tomorrow When the sun rises on another day And all that sadness gets washed away The alcohol still flowing in vain With you, there’s only pain Viens pumping fire miss I can’t come back from this
SHAME consciousness of foolish behavior a painful feeling of humiliation IS exist NOT opposing understatement AFRAID fearful of consequences undesirable feeling of fear TO in motion BE take place SPOKEN say something
Whoever said “love don’t cost a thing” lied Cause, when you Add up the broken heart of the whole With each shatter, fragment multiply the tolls Combine that with every tear shed Factor in every hollow word Then increase all the confusion Triple it with empty promises Double the dimensions of deceit The ache plus infinity Credit now ruined Love equals debt April is National Poetry Month, and for the 30 days of April, I will write a poem each day.
thief Whose hands are these? thief Hands that furiously stole my words thief Hands that clawed at my larynx thief My words have been abducted thief Debarked by jealousy thief Hands that choked my voice box thief Hands that lack trust thief Hands that live a lie thief Hands that misappropriated speech thief Those envious hands taunt me thief Hands that assume I lay in defeat thief, Defenseless I will never be Silent? Maybe when I sleep The modus operandi is never retreat Reclaiming what’s mine . . . One syllable at a time. April is National …