Teacher

Leaves droop down

Before it rains

First lesson before

We were friends.

Learning a new code

Of how to live

Helping me to grow wings.

Now understanding the Moon

its cycles and

how it affects an attitude.

Voice etched with Honesty,

describing how music defines

the Universe.

Practicing to love

Without it being

Reciprocated

Giving every

Inch

Minute

And

ounce of my soul

Fulfilled with the

deepest love

I’ve ever known.

illustrated how I was

a natural stone cold

beauty

professing, you are

perfect to me

an angel in disguise.

But Became wise

to see

Past the game

And its lies.

disciplined

In keeping secrets

Mastering how to

Face disappointment

Again

And

Again

Concealing what I felt

Choking on unspoken

Repetitive thoughts

Never heard

Come to me

He said and said

We deceived

Were each other’s pet peeves

But had moments of serenity

Spirits connected and at ease

Holding on to hope

Trying to desperately believe

That we were meant to be

Not just

Push

pull

Gifted me a

vital lesson.

Walk away

from anyone that

Won’t let the mind rest

Feel your best

Makes you take bullets

To the chest

Depressed because your

Voice is oppressed

Only calls to see you

undressed

Has you stressed from

The incessant staring

Of another woman’s breasts

Makes you forget that

You are blessed.

Break the cycle

pass the test.

Sick

Doctor delivered

The diagnosis

A cliché case

Of unrequited

Love to the poet

Doctor described

The disease.  Your

Heart was stretched

Broken, now Jackson

Pollock red

Strings

plucked

One

By

One

Body shakes in waves

Cycle of anger, sadness,

and longing. Jealous

Thoughts will eat

Away at your brain

She prescribed

Reading and

Writing poetry

Every single

Day

Reading Neruda’s

Poem 19, weeping

To words so bittersweet

He understood her

Sorrow and pain

He wrote, love is

Short but forgetting

Happens maybe

The next

tomorrow

Her heart cried

Tears, she didn’t

Know she had.

Alone, she fell

alone

Beating butterflies

Now  Decrepit Upside

down,  but still she

yearned

and yearned

she saw him everywhere

even in a stranger’s

stare, her greatest

source of inspiration

yet

spoke in poetic

verse to be understood,

she never knew

how strong mind body

soul could connect

But alone

She fell

Alone

He left a footprint

In her soul

She hoped the

Cosmos would hear

her cries, mutual

Love would be

The reply

But she couldn’t

Wait Participate in the

Sweet torture

Agony anymore

She now ignored

She followed the

Poetic prescription

Heal from the description

but she will always love

Him till her end.

Jaded

We’ve never said

hello or goodbye

don’t know the warmth

of your body or life

by your side

I wonder about

your voice. Maybe

I’ll meet you and make

the wrong choice.

Untitled

He wrote her

words solidifying

he was a love

that would rock

her soul

shook her to

the very core.

He gave only

crumbs leaving her

hungry

Battled an internal

war should she

stay or go?

bliss by his

side

spirits flying

high

that smile

she recklessly

adored

but he would

ignore

desire for others

would show

revolving bedroom

door.

She needed

her love returned

dreams to be real

hope restored.

Now walking

a tight rope

balancing

to prevent

from falling splat

doubt holding her

faith like

golden torch

lighting

the way.

She screamed

to the sky

she loved him

moonlight her reply

Truth was

it broke her

to say goodbye

so she’d be there

through

the highs

lows

Sitting

waiting with open

eyes to witness

the sun she

would never

see rise.

Bliss

It’s that first

kiss, hungry for

his mouth and

everything south

 

My little furnace

bodies intersect

each time feels

better yet

 

He knows where

I want his hands to

roam, his chest

my home

 

 

Joy explosions

radiating waves

of happiness from

head to feet

 

Not knowing when

we’ll meet again,

I’ll miss you

till then.

Abyss

Broken fragments

of where

you once lived

 

Morning locking

eyes, making

love to sun rise

 

Bermuda love triangle

Thoughts, negative

on replay

 

I cut

the tape

 

Space.

 

Punch

He never loved

me and he

showed it all

the time

 

Left me hanging

high and dry.

Left my questions

unreplied

 

I cried maybe

half the time

in between sobs

asking why why why

 

It started to become

clear but sex was

good so it kept

me near

 

Rotation of women

Invited to his room

he couldn’t even keep

a count

 

I wrote sad poems

and cried

while I made

them rhyme

 

Always had eyes on

all other women

around persuing them

without care

 

So I’d go home

with a frown wonder

what was wrong

with me

 

Coffee not sweet?

Chicken not right?

Not good enough for

the night?

 

Until one day

I was sick of

only him enjoying

the ride

 

Truth be told

I came maybe 1 out

of 10 times, by my

hand to satisfy

 

He never loved

me but I do

did and

always will

 

So with men like

that, I’ve learned to

close the door. Ladies

just say no to manwhores.

Magic Pill

cure to forget

shower of kisses

as we laid in

bed

 

Erase the laughter

from stories told

without

end

 

Visions of smiles

vanished away

allow me to

accept the truth

 

you’re an ill fitting

shoe, puzzle

piece that doesn’t

fit

 

 

Terrified to commit

but I love you

still

 

 

 

 

 

 

Repeat

Guitar shed

my tears

there’s none

left here

 

Ferris wheel 

love not 

enough, goes 

down 

 

 

Fool for you

Writing a poem

about the blues

questioning truth

 

What do I feel?

Rainbow of emotions

grenades at

each end

 

Trying to follow

a bread crumb

trail back

to clarity

 

 

Hoping to find

my sanity.

erase you

from memory