I adore her passion Matches the sparkle in her eyes Her life, like her spirit Rages like a bonfire in the sky She arose from mommy’s belly I played catcher in the rye From that moment on our bond solidified From love – peace and crying streaks and breathing for the very first time No […]
They come in twos. Girls interested in knocking my boots, but my heart was so fragile I was afraid it would break in two. Never again would I allow one all the in… or so I thought. Thanks to you. Down on bended knee I presumed was the last time I’d assume that position, but it wasn’t true.
I can taste a future together with you, woman, it is that serious. Here I am swallowing stacks of memories we have just begun creating so you can linger on my mind a little longer even though I hate waiting.
The news is no longer news worthy to me. Constantly torn by subjective images on TV. Black lives matter while black on black crime staggers and the state of the economy and inflation continues to lose swagger.
The reality is that agreeing to have sex with your ex provides only one person with what they truly want – a limited, unemotional physical connection (no strings attached) vs. an open door back into the relationship with the one they love.
There’s this period where you just feel numb and find yourself staring at your cell phone or computer screen, having super trippy, intro-to-psychology-type thoughts like, “She can’t find her happiness with me because she isn’t happy with herself.”
She said she needed to find herself and we had been living separate lives. The distance tore her apart. I was out of sight and out of mind.
I say it without reservation; that life is good. I think it with firm resolve; that life is good. There are days when I struggle to embrace life being good. Thinking back to two years ago and everything I’ve withstood. I mean, it’s made me stronger in ways I’d never imagined. How ironic this life […]
Forward I’m normally this strong force; a guiding light that others seek. But she has awakened in this poet, a lover wanting to doggy paddle up her creek. To wade around in her deep sea. Sometimes she makes me weak, great heart skipping beats. And she does so effortlessly. I always trust my intuition, explicitly, […]
The length of time is not measured In seconds, minutes, hours or years It could take a lifetime To alleviate the tears Of unforgotten moments Times better left Behind the scenes The direction of your soul will shift Your gears may seem all oiled one day And the next it’s as if you were never […]