(A performance poem) Today, I watched the video on Youtube of a woman justifying her right by birth to feel beautiful. She used phrases like “even though”, “in spite of”, and “despite everything” which brought tears to my eyes. I wanted to wrap my arms around her size and tell her that she is more… Continue reading 348 – Not Pretty Enough
You will love me. ‘Til then I’ll keep saying “goodbye” As if We both mean it.
I am my own Self-defense system I can’t help the jerk I am If it starts looking like I might get hurt
You are the prettiest and most infuriating That you have ever been, in this verse And what’s worse is that it is a curse Wanting to know how things go for you I’m not a cat, but you could say that Curiosity takes proper advantage of me You’re something along the blurred lines Of a… Continue reading 345 – Pick Every Moment
It used to be that I could pluck you from the air Like the warm taste of an idea I was having You’d be laid out perfectly in front of me In the same way a full buffet would be Morsels of sentences and thoughts Inspired by cuisine I’d never tried before Now, your punctuated… Continue reading 344 – An Idea Plucked From The Air
I picked a lovely flower today. I didn’t choose it for the way It stood more beautiful than all of the others. It didn’t entice me with its Two red lips Except for, that it did. It wasn’t shameless, obvious grandeur That stopped me. I picked a lovely flower today That was perfect in its imperfection.… Continue reading 343 – A Lovely Flower
“Run away with me.” And, she doesn’t mean ‘away’… So I suppose what she really mean is, stay. Stay with me and let me show you what real love is supposed to be. Let me be the heat to your cold, and let’s grow old talking to each other about something new every day. Let’s… Continue reading 342 – A Very Short Story: It’s A Kind Of Magic