Monday, March 27, 2017

red balloon

who would have thought
a red balloon could cause
such strife between siblings
but it did and we unleashed
our childish fury as we
both claimed the other
as the false storyteller
much to the chagrin of mom
who gave us a stern punishment



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Thursday, March 23, 2017

feeling

what is this feeling
this nagging inside me?
I don’t want to be a whore
but being a good girl
all the time gets lonely
so I chat and flirt a lot
collecting conversations
like flowers in a garden
sometimes my arms
gets overloaded and
they fall by the wayside
but that’s how things are
everything is transient
even lust and love
we all know the path
to love  is a battlefield
littered with severed limbs
bleeding hearts and
unraveled intestines
that can’t go back in
I have felt its sting
and have been the cause
of such gruesome injuries
I ask where did I go wrong
and why the ones you really
like never come back
yet my hearts want to believe
the One is just around the corner
but I have been to too many
corners and left disappointed




Monday, March 20, 2017

the morning after

she never intended
to fall into this
but his net caught her
like a fisherman
capturing a mermaid

he was not looking
only wanted to connect
to fill the void that was
eating away his spirit
leaving him so cold

slowly with seductive words
and soft electric touches
the hot desire drew them
into warm embraces and
midnight honey kisses

at early sunrise
they found themselves
in unfamiliar territory
knowing the clock
could not be turned back

Thursday, March 16, 2017

as good as dead

I was as good as dead
when he walked into the room that night
he took the breath out of my lungs
and all good reason escaped my brain
he was the light to my yearning flame
and the guiding star to my doom




Monday, March 13, 2017

He

he has awaken feelings deep inside 
that I thought were long dead
whether it’s love or lust 
I really do not care 
for he tastes like spring rain
and smells like summer sun
making my body hum to 
the beat of his drumming heart

Thursday, March 9, 2017

glass walls

he was drawn to me
like a moth to a flame
pressing against walls 
that I built long ago
now threatening to
come tumbling down 

he spoke poetic words
in a seductive voice
about my caramel skin
warm as a Carolina sun
lips sweet like mangos
from the Caribbean 

and my core wanted it –
to touch his inner flame
and feel alive again 
but my hesitant heart
still held onto memories
of broken promises 

my mind questioned
whether this was all real
or was it all a dream
that won’t last the night
and will diminish
into dust at sunrise 

I pressed against the glass
wanting to shatter it
into a million pieces 
yet I still wanted its
protection it had given
me all these years

Monday, March 6, 2017

Vibrant pink lotus flower.
Photo by fancycrave.com
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from darkness
she rose above
the grave she
buried herself in
when she lost her way

breaking through 
the dirt she breathed 
in the free air
the dawn greeted
her eyes to the light
she had forsaken

more beautiful now
she walked towards
the sun waiting for her
with welcoming arms
rivers beckoning her
to remove the grime and
reveal her internal light