Poetry Blogs (self love)
He loves her but,
she loves him,
but he loves the mirror
like his lost love loves selfies.
Adoration, pointing every direction,
like weather vanes in a hurricane.
Each unware their
is bound to end.
Love lessons often repeat
until we understand that
real love begins within,
then overflows to others,
making the circle of love
Tuesday 26th March 2019 3:39 am
Bring Back the Pin Up
I was a sexual woman
Until my consent and its importance,
I was robbed of.
This is the year where-
I rediscover her
In my coven
Friend to friend
My witchy woman tell me how to be-
A proud feminine,
Love bug again
I know, I know!
I will observe you in your glory
Take notes, mimic my old self and copy-
When i was ...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 8:14 am
Where’s The Sun?
I used to orgasm imagining i was running to-
To reach climax for the relief was spiritual
Sex for me has remained-
Now it’s perverse and sexual.
So, I hide inside-
The dark of the night
And only come out when the moon says
You’re safe now.
He has my best interests in his heart filled with craters
Other women scarred with play...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 8:10 am
It's time to let go.
It's time to move on from the past,
from whatever it is holding you back
The random pain from memories
coming back to you as if two years was instead, two months ago
It's time to be free of all that is not meant to be
You know and I know
The universe will show you which way to go
Find true connection from within
Only then will you find clarity...
Monday 4th February 2019 6:12 pm
her eyes are storms
her arms are sleeves
her heartbeat can be heard through her chest as it beats
her tongue is a knife
but the softness is beneath
under the lipstick she hides behind and the rouge on her cheeks
but she feels the rain drops from her storms
the needles that drew on those sleeves
the heart when it skips a beat
the lipstick on her teeth
and not even she ...
Friday 11th January 2019 12:21 am
Me, where is she
squeeze my skin, the flesh
it’s not me
I love me
the love I have lives deep
it’s far, so far beneath my cheeks
I wish I could hug me
to make myself believe
that with a finger touch it’s me
so then I’d see
that I am not this temporary body
and what I am is free
but Earth demands an anchor, you see
unfortunately for me
because it becomes all...
Tuesday 9th October 2018 12:01 am
As I continue to reflect on our relationship, both the good along with all the troubles, I find myself to be more and more at peace with my actions and role our relationship. What I continue to take away is that you cannot change someone. It is impossible. However, what is, is the possibility to always change yourself, and hopefully change how others see themselves, others, and see a different...
Monday 27th August 2018 5:09 am
We've just met.
And it's wobbly.
Trying to get it's footing.
Hauling an anchor off.
To make a match,
I must go down
or you must come up.
Maybe I must come up
and you must go down.
Sticky sweet harmony.
And it's nice to go up.
To go down
is to forgo.
If I refuse
or if you refuse,
Wednesday 24th January 2018 12:44 am
I've done something clever.
And the usual movie begins to roll.
And sometimes not.
Sometimes no one is there to clap.
I imagine it.
It's always perfect.
But it's the movies.
Stuck on a silver screen.
Not to mention you are all in bubbles.
Films in development.
Running a muck.
With wonky projectors.
And absentminded directors.
It's how it ...
Monday 22nd January 2018 11:15 pm
I've got my hands already in the soil
but my body's here on the carpet.
How can I stay in this moment
when my heart has been on the road for 10 hours already.
Learn that though.
I said this nearly a year ago.
I turned my head from it.
Tried to rearrange the past.
What is needed is movement.
Sunday 21st January 2018 9:21 pm
He wraps me up
in HIS love.
But my love is not right.
Not enough he says.
There's a lock on the outside of the door now.
Too much, too much,
Hit the road Jack!
He's out the door
and I don't miss him.
The young girl pushes the screen bent
and jumps out the window.
I wince in preparation for her crumpled body.
But she's a cat
and lands soft...
Saturday 20th January 2018 8:02 pm
It is time for Renewal and Rebirth!
The shedding of habits, worry, and fear
Letting go will put my mind at ease.
I no longer want to feed stress and self doubt,
In the corners of my mind they disappear.
I wash away the negativity,
I wash away the pain,
I wash away the regret,
My goal is no longer to please.
My heart will no longer hurt,
I will put mysel...
Saturday 20th January 2018 7:13 pm
Tell me why I need you to see me.
Tel me why I care what you see.
You have nothing to say.
You never have.
But I've reenacted your story a million times.
And oh yes!
I gathered evidence.
Because you did reject me.
Because you told me you needed to see me.
Because you told me what you wanted to see.
But the thing I will tell you...
Tuesday 16th January 2018 8:17 pm
In a state of being exposed.
Bring forth thyself and bare it.
Within the dark slimy chasm called "us" I've plucked shame.
Too naked for my liking.
Clothes of conformity fit perfectly.
But the tag's not been cut.
Oh, it's irritating!
But in a way that festers quietly and often unobserved.
It doesn't like being ignored.
It needs my attention.
So it twists.
Sunday 14th January 2018 9:43 pm
Eyes that seek truth,
A heart that knows no bounds
A mind that eludes and intimidates
A soul that is and always was free
Determined and passionate
Emotional but strong
I can get through anything
Even when I don't want to
There are times when I do not know myself
These times are hard
Patience will show my path
I'm so grateful I was not alone
I'm still not al...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 3:50 pm
I'm my own worst enemy,
It's funny how that works.
To see nothing great in me,
To question, "what's my worth?"
Looking in the mirror,
All I see is filth,
But the mirror isn't dirty,
It's just the figures spilth.
People try to compliment me,
But I only disagree,
Not seeing what they see,
They must say not what they mean.
I need more motivation.
My job is nothing great.
I need to work ...
Thursday 22nd December 2016 7:47 pm
Learning to love yourself is gruelling. Every flaw, every mistake, every quirk. Only us ourselves know how characteristically flawed we truly are. So we hide. Hide behind make up, clothes and materials.
Social media enables us to create an ideology of the person we think we are, the person we want to be. But in the midst of the night we lie awake contemplating ourselves. Questioning our choices...
Tuesday 1st November 2016 3:17 pm
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