my poetry
divided
I don’t ask for much
Understanding would be nice, but isn’t necessary
I doubt if it is even possible for you
Because you’re you
And I’m me
And now I know that we can never be
We
So what we are remains a mystery
Do not feel bad
I do not look down on you
What I have said is not an insult, it is merely
Truth
I hope you wake up one day
I hope you learn to see the sunlight as a gift
I hope that,
With each breath you breathe,
You will consider someday you will breathe your last
And when you do,
I pray that heaven will unite us
Because I know now that we will stand,
divided
how do you delete a friend?
or forget a beautiful song?
when do you walk away from your pride,
or run away from home?
what could make you stop to think,
but close your mind to thought?
when do you cry your lonely tears?
or wish to be someone you're not?
who could make you give up your dreams,
or sacrifice your goal?
how do you finally say goodbye,
when you've barely said hello?©
I Tell You to Cry
bowing to pray
I feel your lips
on the back of my hands
like whispers.
you love me.
I know, and you know I love you, too.
do i show it?
can you help me?
am i hurting you?
my heart begins to ache
and the flood begins to soak my cheeks.
I close your eyes
and bow my head to pray.
I close your eyes. ©
unworthy
I am a dreamgirl unworthy of your dreams.
I am an angel unworthy of her wings.
I am a killer unworthy of her fate.
I am a fish unworthy of it’s bate.
I am a dress unworthy of it’s seams.
I am a roof unworthy of it’s beams.
I am a picture unworthy of it’s frame.
I am a candle unworthy of it’s flame.
I am a watch unworthy of your time.
I am a poem unworthy of it’s rhyme.
I am a princess unworthy of her prince.
I am a yard unworthy of it’s fence.
I am a ring unworthy of a hand.
I am a woman unworthy of her man.
I am unworthy of the joy that love brings.
I am unworthy of any and all things. ©
duct tape for broken hearts
hold me, please! - if you think you could,
i’m feeling strange - like falling.
i grasp for something - anything - to hold on to,
for this struggle is weighing me down.
i hear the beginning rip as I look to you,
standing there - holding your shattered heart.
you’re looking as if you might’ve helped,
had it not hurt so much - had it not been my fault.
the stitches fall out one by one,
the ripping increases downward.
you look at me, as if to speak,
but words fail, and so does time.
The long rip ends - sending our broken victim to the floor.
we watch as it struggles to live, yet then crumbles into a lifeless void.
hold me now, I cry - the tears sting my face.
you look at me, smile faintly
and offer me duct tape.
too late, i say
and it is -
it’s broken now - it’s gone
and duct tape wasn't made for broken hearts.©
One Last Prayer
Though my heart is beating, Lord, as the hours roll on by,
it is through your death that I am living and to life that I must die.
A thought crosses my mind, Lord, as the storm rolls overhead,
that perhaps I’m going blind, if I’m not already dead.
I can’t see much of anything, but I know that they’re all here;
They’d rather I keep living, but that’s just too much to bear.
I’ve finished what I started, Lord, and yet I’ve just begun,
as I take that journey onward,
beyond the setting sun.
Perhaps they will find peace in knowing how I chose to live.
I hope that they’ll remember how to love and to forgive.
May tears that moisten their eyes be filled with nothing more than this:
a longing to see heaven, or the mem’ry of a kiss.
Father help them ne’er forget the times that we have shared.
When dark is round about them, help them never to be scared.
For now I know that shadows in the darkness often lie,
They tell us not of danger, but rather light nearby.
Where there is light, there’s safety, and that’s where I long to be.
So Lord, I’m coming home now, leave the gates open for me.
In loving memory of my grandmother, Willie Palmer
To be more than enough is less than important and more than you’ll ever need.
Less than enough is how we all often feel and that causes our hearts to bleed.
If we are ever to be more than less than enough, we have to not feel like we’re not good enough,
And live less for life, yet enough to live; to be good enough to receive love, we all have to give.
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