these old walls

these old walls hold such memories

it is at the witching hour

ghosts come to play, cleverly

I sit still like a wallflower

lost in mystical sensory

moonlight

it was

young love

shared kisses

under moonlight

the softness

of lips

upon mine

brought bliss

even after

years passed

no longer

your favorite

memories of

your eyes

in moonlight

remains clear

blood on porcelain

I was so gentle with the razor

sliding across delicate skin

removing unsightly hairs –

it’s what ladies do they say –

I still managed to nick myself

I watch small droplets of blood

fall onto porcelain sink

the things we do to be

considered desirable

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #87-Quick! Nick us a poem!

first day of school

Facebook filled

with first day

of school pics

not just proud

parents but

grandmas too

me, single

and alone

just scrolls by

changing

I wish things

stayed the same

but all things

change like

trees in autumn

switching to

golden hues

I follow ocean

tides wherever

they go

finding words

I tried to find the 

right words to express

what lied inside my heart

but I struggled with

forming correct syllables

making coherent sentences

so I stammered through

awkward lines and pauses

hoping you understood

but when you smiled

at me I knew that

it all made sense

tranquility

to be in this place 

of tranquility 

is to be free

from all worries 

to lounge under

blue skies void 

of gray clouds 

how I wish 

I could spend

all eternity there

for my mind 

and body is 

drained from 

this rollercoaster 

called life

- Written for dVerse Quadrille: and the most beautiful words are...