I will build myself back up.

I will rise from the ashes of my losses, my mistakes, and my scars.

I will scream and cry and bleed, yes.

But I will rise and I will be strong.

I will bare my skin to the cold, the heat, and the tides.

I will devour the skies to feed my hunger,

Lick the cloud from my lips,

And become who I was meant to be.

#poetry #freeverse #freeversepoetry #storm

it begins.

it comes at once, like a wave

crashing over you and into you and through you.

the music.

it pounds in your soul, your ears, your heart.

it grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you,

lifts the corners of your mouth.

you become a pupper on a guitar string,

pulled by the melody and pushed by the harmony.

the clashing of cymbals brings you to tears

then hollows you out and leaves you,

exhausted, sweaty, exhilarated

in the middle of the concert hall.

#poetry #music #livemusic #concerts #imisslivemusic #soulsoothing #freeverse

sometimes

i just want to find a

nice comfy corner

or a lonely room

and let my emotions

find their own way out.

it doesn’t seem fair

that I

am always the one to open doors

when i could just as easily

stay inside.

I work with 'friends'

Yet call all 'foe'.

How can I trust

When they give no reason to?

A smile is often accompanied by

A knife in the back

In the form of a harrassing email.

They say they pray for me

Yet it's whispers I hear when I turn away,

Not platitudes and praise.

I work hard, keep my head down,

And my repayment is their apathy -

I can't win for losing.

Smiles and hate or cold shoulders and solitude;

Which is worse, when you work as team?

#poetry #freeverse #twofaced #apathy #frenemies

Sometimes I think I've lived too long,

Not yet gray, just a little worn,

Yet somehow these years and months feel wrong

Crippled, not by time, but by those I mourn.

Sometimes I think I've outstayed my welcome,

Hung my hat where it doesn't belong,

Dirtied the towels, and stolen some,

In a house that wasn't mine, all along.

Perhaps the people I've left behind

Will someday come back from their home

And take me to a house that's all mine --

Somewhere to stay and not just to roam.

The friends that I've lost, the family I've buried,

The opportunities passed and the roads I've not taken;

These are the memories that have got to be carried

Till I find a home where a foundation can't be shaken.

A whisper of silk,

A warm, gentle breeze;

That was my summer with you.

I tried not to grin

When you reached for my hand.

Later, when it rained,

We shared an umbrella

And you kissed the raindrops

Gathered on my eyelashes and ears.

You took me dancing

And bought me daisies

And waited patiently

When I took too long getting ready.

You met my friends

And loved my family,

And I loved you for that.

So when the fall comes,

And a chill snaps in the air between us,

I won't be angry. I won't cry.

I'll remember our perfect summer

And the smile in your eyes.

My wishes won't be granted--

Can't be granted.

But I keep wishing anyway

For my wildest dreams

To be realities.

we are all

broken people

sitting on

our broken thrones

lost for words

but full of speech

deprived of love

full of compassion

regal and strong

unfit to rule

weak and tired

but ready to run

how can we

be torn two ways

and still pretend

to be whole?

May I inquire

How my desire

Turned from Flame to Ash?

From Treasure into Trash?

I used to fly so often

But all the edges softened

No poetry, no motion - 

Don't cause a commotion. 

The words I used to store

Have fallen, unused, to the floor

My pen is split and bleeding ink;

I'm not as clever as you think.

I had so many goals;

Now those once-red coals

Are gray and smoking,

In need of stoking.

But all is lost - 

A pale white frost

Has settled in my mind;

Perhaps I'm no longer the creative kind.