static
heard the call from the wild
pierced my eardrums
wailing baby on her mama’s hips
bowed legs kicking uncontrollably
everything else around me
including the wind
is static on the brink
of becoming real
heard the call from the wild
pierced my eardrums
wailing baby on her mama’s hips
bowed legs kicking uncontrollably
everything else around me
including the wind
is static on the brink
of becoming real
Watch me,” she says.
I do. She’s an amazing
human being; never
cringeworthy. I enjoy
darting my eyes from
one side of the
room to the next.
This beauty, gives balance
to my life.
Not once did I
assume it would
be her.
I’m glad
it is.
This poem was originally published via Twitter but shared here to be a part of NaPoWriMo.
Originally shared via Twitter, but chosen to be hosted here as a part of NaPoWriMo.
I could never settle
down with her–
we were great bedfellows
but the intensity
of our lust
would only carry
us so far
what fine wisdom
–to know when
lust will lead to
nothing but pain
how many hearts
could we have saved
if others did the same
Originally shared via Twitter, but chosen to be hosted here as a part of NaPoWriMo.
I’m no angel, I say
I can’t afford a halo
and God won’t grant
me one but I’m
open and would love
to receive something
that separates me from
my demons
Will I be considered for
my good deeds or will
it be because of my
big heart
No one truly
knows
Originally shared via Twitter, but chosen to be hosted here as a part of NaPoWriMo.
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