there is a spark,
sitting right behind your heart.
it might dim a little
here and there.
tarnish and have
a scratch or two.
in its shadow,
hoping to be forgotten,
are all the mistakes,
the missteps, and
misfortunes of a heart
that loved without limit.
its light shines
when life goes dark.
lights a path
through the storm.
gives hope when
all feels lost.
we can lose sight of it,
misplace it or
try to snuff it out,
but it’s always there.
don’t hate that spark.
that’s the real you.
Category Archives: poetry
Sometimes life sucks. Poetry helps.
stains
my heart bleeds
like ink through
a stained piece of paper.
if you look
close enough,
you can see
the memories
i’ve desperately
tried to erase.
tears
if you are a woman
and you say something
bothers you,
no one will take
you seriously
until those tears begin to fall.
they are currency—
and i am bankrupt.
turn
turn.
just once. turn.
smile at me.
so that i may
know that i
was loved
at least once
in this lifetime.
just once. as the
fiery gates close
behind me, god,
let me see that
not all was lost.
time
you have time enough
to love yourself
after you have
given up
on loving them.
but you can’t
keep the world out.
it’s always there,
like a dirty needle
in your vein.
kisses
it comes in time.
a thousand kisses
on forbidden lips.
you waste away
where in silence
you are laid to rest.
one who,
if death were the end,
could not be saved.
edges
the souls of those
i have touched
with my broken heart–
the sharp edges
now help
keep them away.
wanting
you are here today
without a word either way
and gone tomorrow.
i cry out, here alone,
tears fall.
everything is lost —
except that nagging feeling
of wanting something
that isn’t real.
whispers
inside i am
screaming—
but all the
world hears
are the
sweet nothings
whispered
in the moonlight.
darkness
there is a gentle breeze
rustling the branches
of the trees
just a few feet
from where
i am sitting.
the sun is setting
over the river,
begging me
to join in the
darkness to come.
my feet burn to follow.