If you are a musician and need words to accompany your art please consider giving me a try. I would love to cross writing a song to someone’s music off of my bucket list. You can read some of my poems in this anthology. I have also published a series of six chapbooks under The Moonlight Collection. I will gladly send you free copies of my poetry in exchange for samples of your music:-)
our storm wreaked havoc an instantaneous combustion killed our sanity you were there i was here then the wind blew us apart i was there you were here never on the same page were we my dear I breathe easier now the dark is cool the light is warm no fear no angst no rage just life just me no more we
I was trying too hard to get a poem out of my brain today.
I posted a poem with typos before I lost my nerve to share it.
Thank you for reading my words. I am in the middle of gathering my poems for a collection of some sort…maybe;-)
I have read several books of poetry recently. I’m not a person that enjoys reading or writing book reviews.
I never read them because I want to form my own opinions about collections, but these books were dark, delicious, deep.
People will forget what you wrote, but they will never forget how you made them feel. I always order poetry books instead of downloading them because I like to hold them in my hands as I am feeling the words the poet wrote.
Your words leave permanent watermarks on my heart.
in the heat of moments that tear us apart spaces are born that could bring us together again, but instead i look at you and feel claustrophobic
so long we have been on this carnival ride i have forgotten the youth of my fecundity is that how you feel too? sometimes the fractures of our hearts are too much to bear too painful too impossible to reimagine
so i sip on wine smoke weed pop pills shop treat you like shit because you did this to us it was you that broke the contract you that fucked whores you that created the memories we live with now you you you
then i look at my reflection in the glass and remember i chose to stay i chose to fight i chose to believe in the who of what we used to be so who’s the fool you or me?
you are so far away from where you were you have worked hard to be better even i can see the good in you now, but it is not enough i crave more than you can ever live up to i have an insatiable hunger for something that might not even exist…something that keeps me away from the bond of another covenant with you
i play around scheme fantasize scream wish dream of another thing that will end my quest for happiness one foot barely in one way far out one is not enough two is how many players it takes to play the game of love it only takes one to break the deal one to keep searching for pieces of a puzzle that might never be complete one to give in to the agony of defeat
Sunday blew my mind. After an incredible night of sleep I prepared myself for what promised to be an amazing day. It was! I am still processing what happened between 7:30 am and 9:30 pm on Sunday.
It was a day of immense gifts from a vast array of people, places, and things. I could give you the details, but you would not believe me. I don’t even believe it and I lived it!
Somedays we experience grace through a hazy maze of incredible opportunities. We don’t know where we are being led, but we trust our gut and go for it. I did and it was divine;-)
Suffice to say that angels gave me things I could not have imagined and pearls of wisdom were planted deep into my soul. And then I came home to find a book of poetry by River Dixon on my doorstep titled Lost in the Hours. I was lost in every second, minute and hour of the day and I’m sure I will be again, when I dip into his book.
Damn I had an excellent day~
Thank you God. You sent me a ton of holy shit and it blew my mind.
This was a monster of a humbling day. I did things I have never done. I heard my recorded voice loud and clearly for the first time in…I can’t remember how long it has been, but…EEEKKK!🎃
I am no Catherine Zeta- Jones, Demi Moore, Meryl Streep or Katherine Hepburn. (One day I will share why I chose their voices:-)
I also fainted last night for the first time ever. Thank God I was not alone, because I blacked out for a few seconds. I was not hurt, but it was a wake-up call.
I’ve been feeling dizzy and went to have blood work done the day before yesterday. I have lost 10 lbs in the last month because I have lost my appetite. I don’t live to eat so I was not that concerned, but now I am.
I think that the past six months have taken a toll on our country, on some of you and probably on me too. I cannot wait for the virus and the hateful voices to stop destroying the freedom of our beautiful nation and the rest of the world. The corruption, chaos, and decapitations must come to a screeching halt. I will do my part. I must. It is all any of us can do.
On a brighter note…I have been working on a Halloween/Dia de Muertos/Day of the Dead collaboration with another poet/writer/voice over narrator! It is our goal to bring you a spooky treat this weekend! 👻
💤 Time to rest and rejuvenate. 💤
Forgive my popping in an out of this wonderful community of writers, poets, and artists. I hope to be back on my regular schedule in November.
Eleven hanging coffins Ten bottled potions Nine zombie bridesmaids Eight Hungry Ghost books Seven bodies floating Six crows an omen Five bloody knives Four crawling bugs Three chocolate skulls TWO finger treats And a bat hanging from a tree…🦇
A side note about this post. I was going to use the words wooden or nailed to describe the coffins, but just for grins I explored coffins and then I landed on these!
Cool, right? What an interesting way to… hang out~ 🙃