Through the Wall

The recliner over in the corner, the one next to the piano

That nobody seems to play anymore.

I wrote of that piano once, how it and I had so much in common

That we both sit, unheard.

My pen in hand, and notebook in the other, I began to write

First, I had this idea of a woman that was stranded on an island

Which for some reason got me thinking about sex

Which always seems to distract me for a while.

The phone rings, but it isn’t for me

Someone has the wrong phone number, and ruined my daydream.

Begin to draw a picture of a dragon, then remember I cannot draw

So I begin my poem, unsure what it will be about.

Writing has always been my passion, my first love

Only one person has ever said they loved me, then spoke poorly of it

He obviously isn’t around anymore.

I always try to think of one part of my life to add to a write

Whether it is a feeling I can relate to, or the color of dress I really do own

That way a piece of me is in every write.

Sometimes I hate rhyming, or a poem doesn’t make sense with it

Or it is one of those that have something I really need to say

And I don’t want the hurdle of rhyming slowing me down.

This one, it is translucent

Easily decoded once you get past the ideals

Which I have only put in the write to see if I could divert your attention

It rarely works, but I always try it.

When I get nearly done with it, I stare at the wall

I realize that writing isn’t looking at the wall, blankly…

It is looking through it.

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A Break

A crowded hallway

That contained nobody.

A shadow upon a wall

That everyone sees

But no one is there.

I stood before a mirror

Touched what should have been my hand

And kept reaching.

It made me wonder if I should step in

Walk away from my life.

Would anyone notice my absence?

Has anyone noticed my absence?

I’ve been gone for days now

Wandering around in darkness

Wanting nothing more

Than a break

From life.

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Ash & Soot

We built a fire upon a wooden altar

Then cursed everyone that questioned our minds.

When we seek to know the truth

We never know what one truly finds.

Everyone likes the idea of a fire

But have you seen the aftermath?

Lives destroyed, and hearts are hurt

Then the lady takes another path.

Then there is the ash and soot to consider

It all is just a bitter mess.

When you were done with me I took some in my hands

And wiped it all over my dress.

I don’t know if you have noticed

But I’m not waiting any longer.

My heart was taken back long ago

And I’m feeling oh so much stronger.

I don’t play with fire anymore

I don’t believe what comes from a humans mouth

I keep telling the man I live in the North

Yet he insists on traveling South.

I am to believe he wants me desperately!

He’s never wanted another more!

I’d like to lie as much as him

But I haven’t been keeping score.

I yawn now when he speaks of desire

Fall asleep when he speaks of his devotion.

It is the only relationship I’ve ever had

Devoid of true emotion.

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In A Better World

In a better world

No child would ever go hungry

Because we would all be making sure every one of them got fed.

In a better world

We wouldn’t go to war

We would find peace through understanding our differences.

In a better world

There would be honesty and integrity in journalism

Sensationalism and distortions wouldn’t exist in our media.

In a better world

Our leaders would be people we were proud of

People we could look up to, strive to be like.

In a better world

No woman would ever be abused or raped

We would teach our sons respect and honor.

In a better world

We would allow people to believe as they wish

Dance, sing, and worship as they chose, without judgement.

In a better world

We would understand this world has no borders

That we are not strangers, we are all human, we are all the same.

In a better world

We wouldn’t judge people based on whom they loved

Whether it was a man or woman or both, we wouldn’t care, because love is love.

In a better world

Our education system would teach diversity

Not teach so a child could pass a test, but teach them things they need to learn about the world.

In a better world

We would take care of our people

Better than most people take care of their animals.

In a better world

We wouldn’t harm the planet to obtain riches

But understand we have all we need and will make do with what we have.

In a better world

It wouldn’t matter how much someone made

It would only matter the integrity he has in his heart.

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I took out the bottle of Moscato

I was keeping it for when you came

But now we both know that isn’t happening.

I sat it on the table by my bed and looked at it

Such a pretty pink color

In a large bottle

Makes me wonder if I could drink all of it.

I lit this candle

It was white but they said it was to smell of cedar

After I lit it I opened the bottle of wine


It was just a joke

A fleeting moment really.

I didn’t hand him the photo intentionally

It would have been an accident, ideally.

A dirty trick I pulled one time

I thought was maybe a joke.

Since nobody laughed, and all were appaled

I’m beginning to think I’m broke.

Silence took me over tonight

As I sit and recall the past.

I had tried to think of a reason to stay

But my feet were moving too fast.

The wine has gone to my head just now

I don’t remember my point.

All I’ve lost is all I’ve gained

I’ve now a new king to anoint.

But if we’ve traveled further than anticipated

Yet we’ve never counted the cost,

Isn’t it a grand assumption

That we’ve really never lost?

I know you don’t like riddles

I’ve never really cared.

This write, the wine, the candle

Is my life…. Shared.


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I Don’t Hear You

I’m tired of hearing how awful I am

How I don’t call enough

Text enough

Weigh too much

Weigh too little

Don’t write well enough

Sing well enough

Cook well

Cry too much

Cry too little

Run too fast

Cling too tightly

Complain too much

Don’t speak up enough

My eyes are too big

My nose is too small for my face

My hair should be straightened

Should be curled

Maybe cut

My nails are too long

Too short

Too dirty

Too clean

My house is too messy

I keep it too clean

I have A.D.D.

So I don’t pay attention enough

I don’t hear you enough

I doubt too often

I don’t doubt enough

I give too many chances

I don’t give enough chances

I don’t forgive the past…

I grow tired of making the list

Of everything I do wrong

So with this I encourage you

To find someone else

To berate

Because up there somewhere

It says I don’t listen enough

From this moment on

I don’t hear you.

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After the Storm

A storm rages over an angry sea

Not in the destructive sense

In the way the sunlight kisses a rose

Prompting it to open

To reveal its magnificence.

But a storm knows no other way

To cleanse a path

To begin anew.

We are never the same after the storm

It changes us

Like the sun changes the rose.


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