Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Something new...

Feeling a bit angsty, I threw together a quick poem.   I slapped it down in about three minutes flat (okay, maybe five) but I was feeling it and it was feeling me and it was just meant to be.  Maybe I'll edit it later.  Feel free to leave your comments.

S  t  r  e  t  c  h   M  e
S t r e t c h me 
this way and that
Up and down, side to side, back and forth
Tell me you love me, tell me you hate me
Tell me I’m worthless, tell me I’m great
I want nothing
Just my sanity
my freedom
to make my own choices
my own mistakes
I’m no longer sixteen
The girl on your lap
The girl in your bed
The girl in your head
I’m not numb any more
Nor passive
 Nor quiet
I’m living
And breathing
And I rather like it
So s t r e t c h me 
this way and that
Up and down, side to side, back and forth
It matters no longer
And I may be reckless, I may be unbalanced
But it comes down to this
I…am… being.

Saturday, May 1, 2010


you slip through my fingers
grain by grain
like sand
like slow death
steal away
nothing left
but ash and memories
and false hopes
On a beach
under a gray sky
looking out over an empty ocean
I wait in vain
For your return
But the waves
They crash in
leaving nothing
but grooves in the shore.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Risking It All

it pains you
more than birth or death

folds you in a box
in the dark in the light

beaming, hazing

it elates and disheartens
brings you to tears
it charms, it pleases
makes and breaks

and reels and spins

it’s a top

a pendulum
a perpetual dance

to a beating drum in my ears

you want it to stop
but it’s vital like air

and you know in the end
you'll be wanting or sated
but you say to yourself
it’s a risk that’s worth taking.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010


Since I didn't blog today...

At my lowest

you found me.


Wrapped arms of steel

around me.


Stifled by fear,

leaden wings.


A captive bird

no longer sings.


Saturday, March 13, 2010


I comb my hair


with purpose


every strand

is neatly in place.

My teeth are brushed

up and down

up and down

Bright shiny pearls

Open wide, look inside

I paint on my eyelids,

my cheeks,

my smile,

like a doll

come down off the shelf.

I put on my sweater,

my skirt,

my stockings

look down

check myself out.

what do you think?

Are you pleased?

Do I fit into

Your image

Of me?

Am I smiling enough?

Am I happy?


The answer’s no matter

Because what you see

Is not what I am

Not me.

Saturday, March 6, 2010


Pen to paper

Left unread

Only ink,


the alabaster page.

Spoken words

Heard only

By the moon

and stars

and the blanket of night.

Arms reach out

Left unfilled

Grasp air

and wind

and empty spaces


There’s only me

My breath

My beating heart

Nothing more.