• Poetry

    //My Love Poem’s Title

    if (love = 0, love < 1, love++) // Why is love so difficult? You’ve heard the phrase “love is blind”. Did you also hear that love is cruel? Reciprocation in love is not a trade. You cannot exchange sweet nothings for emotion. It is the mutual affirmation of your feelings. // What do you do when you fall in love with someone that will never be yours? If love at first sight is real, then what to do when you fall in love with a pretty face? What do you do when you love that which you cannot have? They say “you cannot force love”. But you can no…

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    The Price of Love

    If I opened my wallet and dumped what little change I had on the counter, beside the man in blue, would he acknowledge me? Could I buy his time, his companionship, if only for a moment? It’s possible, though I am doubtful, that he would accept. That is not love, though, merely the illusion of camaraderie. Two lonely souls seeking satisfaction without consequence. He may love the body, for a night or two, but his heart would not be mine. I cannot write, on the lines of  my checkbook, paid for love. But if, just if, it was possible, to buy this emotion I speak of, what would be the…

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    Motherhood

    If I were to say that I am good at what I do, that would be a lie. I am struggling, constantly. I can’t keep up with the demands of life. I am trying to be the perfect parent but I am failing. I want to set a good example but I am falling apart. Ripping at the seams, I can’t continue with this façade. Everything is not okay. If I took out an ad in the paper, it would read: “Single mother of one seeking a reset button, advice, support, and companionship.” Would anyone answer? People say I am spreading myself to thin but what can I do? My…

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    Portrait of Obsession with Love and Fire

    You could never have imagined that your simplistic romance would warp into something more. You expected this relationship would either develop beautifully or would fade quickly. There was no way that you the child in love with love could comprehend him or the obsessive thoughts of a boy who wanted to possess you not love you forever. How did it come to this? How did you end up trapped with him and his twisted mind? Your seat at the table is wet with tears and gasoline. You’re tied to the chair swollen eyes pleading for release. What did you do to deserve this? Your wrists have been cut by the…

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    anticlimax

    like an inexperienced child moving through the shadows of this world I follow, vulnerable and afraid skirting the edge of reason – I cling to his body deceived by soft words quivering at the chill of his touch his mouth on my neck & his hands on my ass we toss aside consequence scorched by need we drown ourselves in flesh in attempt to escape the mundane & reinvent ourselves pressed against one another my body wet beneath his my pulse racing towards the darkness if I claimed he was my person that would be a lie his body is only temporarily  an extension of mine we have no people…

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    On Camera

    I watch the video with a heavy heart. No one speaks up, as the man is beaten. No one steps in, as the man is abused. No one defends him, although he is defenseless. I watch the video with a heavy heart. I hear the man’s sobs. I see fresh blood staining his skin. I feel the hatred radiating from the officer. I watch the video with a heavy heart. Why does nobody stop the violence? Why does nobody defend this man? Why does everybody pull out their phone to record? I watch the video with a heavy heart. What should I think of a society who bullies the weak?…

  • Poetry

    War in My Heart

    There’s a terrorist wreaking havoc in my heart, though he’s gone today. There’s a war, too close to home, yet it takes him so far away. Drip, drop. Tears down my face, salty but bittersweet.  I kissed him yesterday but today he’s gone. The taste of his chocolate lips I won’t meet. I said good-bye while tears stung my eyes, but I wouldn’t let him see me cry.  Although separated by an ocean, the war is at my door. Sensō kono mune ni, I cannot take much more. Flip, flop. My heart tosses around. How much emotional pain can one bear? I held him yesterday but today he’s gone, the…

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    My Angel in the Garden

    If only: I hadn’t gotten drunk, I hadn’t told the boy to jump, I hadn’t run from the police. If only I hadn’t been caught that night, none of this would’ve happened. None of these feelings would have been born inside my soul. I would’ve never been close enough to see her for who she really was. She would’ve continued to be the target for my “friends” and I’s jokes.  Instead, I was forced into her company. Life can be cruel, and love can blossom when you least expect it. It doesn’t matter that you were told “Don’t fall in love with me.” Being around someone who believes, who has…

  • Poetry

    I’m not in love but

    I love the way her cocoa brown hair cascades around her face, the way she tucks it behind one ear or even when she hides her face behind it. I’m not in love but I love the way her pastel pink lips purse in annoyance, the way they curl when she smiles or even when she frowns. I’m not in love but I love the way her caribe green eyes squint in the light, the way she struggles to keep looking at me or even when she won’t look my way. I’m not in love but  I love the way her crushed velvet dress lies on the floor, The way…

  • Poetry

    Fickle Cat

    With a swing of his tail, I rush to his side.My face is all splotchy from the tears I’ve cried. Another day has come, another fight has passed.I pray that this reconcile is not our last. I lick my wounds like a cat licks its paws,trying to hide the marks that he made with his claws. I drop my head and hide my own shame,I beg for forgiveness, although I’m not to blame. I try to follow his moods and ignore when he’s cruel,for that’s how it is under the fickle cat’s rule.