The Full moon oversees All access… such a special one Tonight’s unique in all its givings This moment long awaited Twinkling tear-filled eyes Love overflowing Delicate and vulnerable Breathing Pauses… a blink and a stutter This familiar face A safe space no longer Revelation Death of the masquerade
Tag Archives: poetry
Rainy Days
Emotions pour from the clouds.. weighted and heavy. Each droplet containing a moment that couldn’t be held. No longer able to contain its composure.. It swelled. It filled. Traveling downward, speeds unknown. Traveling up was no longer an option until after impact. Maybe rays of hope from the sun would raise up what was splattered…Continue reading “Rainy Days”
On Another Level
Wrapping up the day There are no worries. No sideline convos of who didn’t return a call or text. No petty comebacks waiting to be played like a Joker in spades. Those nights where pain used to be a pillow wondering why someone didn’t change, they are no more. There is warmth as I layContinue reading “On Another Level”
To the point
Through words, the path to my heart was paved Cemented in a place never able to be removed Planted deeper than a seed yet always growing Only you, my twin, my flame, my dream Running without a destination because there’s no getting away So… the love will remain
Underrated Moments
The ability to laugh and that sound tickle the soul of the listener Opportunities to snuggle and allow warmth and silence to be the bridging of the gap The art of a nap in the daytime to restore what God has blessed one with To smile and it be felt without seeing one’s face butContinue reading “Underrated Moments”
8 years ago
Decided to look through a few posts that I wrote 8 years ago when I started this blog and I wanted to see how my writing then compares to now. I also decided to share a few with you. 1. What If 2. Untitled 👀 😯 3. IF I can see how I need toContinue reading “8 years ago”
Addiction
Checking and rechecking until the next fix Trying to find other things to do that may replace the cravings Devouring everything that crosses my path It’s not what I’m seeking and what I need Hungry for more and eager to see Will it surface this hour or the next Or will I have to continueContinue reading “Addiction”
