Writing

I went to a poetry reading the other day and had a very awkward conversation afterwards. This poem helped me process my embarrassment.

Awkward

After reading my poetry my heart was a mess.

Wildly beating like I was under duress.

And since getting sober I tend to avoid

Consuming things that make me paranoid.

For the love of our muses ❤️

I didn’t ask for this- these feelings right out of the gate.

But now that they’re here, I long to create.

The thought of you and poetry stirs,

Tender lines of prose, such passionate words.

Pictures in my mind I’d put down on page,

I am love. I am grace.

I am the brilliant smile on your face.

I am radiance. I am delight.

I am sunshine, warm and bright.

I am hope. I am knowing.

I am a blooming flower still growing.

How often do you let Joy in when she comes knocking? Here's a poem about that...

Hello, Joy. It’s nice to meet you. Looks like you found a way to my door.

Funny, it feels like... Have we met before?

Were we kids together? Or perhaps something more?

I know, I just know we’ve met here before.

But now you must go, for I haven’t the room

Couldn't sleep- too busy having a breakdown. Here's what came of it:

Uncertainty is loss, certainty is the key

If I am not certain, what is there for me?

This feels like chaos, no stability

What is my problem with possibility?

I’d rather convince myself of a lie

A recent experience at the hospital inspired me to write! Naturally 🙃

Here's a little queer poem for ya!

Reveal What's Inside

Here comes a time I hope you will listen when I’m speaking freely without an omission.

I hadn’t the courage to tell you the truth, despite knowing it all way back in my youth.

Your statements that I was just being dramatic led to hiding my feelings, they were problematic.

It was wrong to show you how deep I could feel. My emotions were strong, but I assure you were real.

I wrote this one for a rhyming contest. Did pretty well in the first round! 😁 I hope you enjoy it!

The King of Flowers in Spring

There once was a man who dreamed he’d be King,

Who wished for jewels like flowers in Spring.

Emerald, ruby, or sapphire’s blue,

Robert didn’t much care what color or hue.

I call this one Magnet Poetry because I created it with magnets first 😂 enjoy!

Tell me my friend, do you not know?

Why life should be cruel in order to grow?

Before you can rise, they say you will fall,

That you are young and so you must crawl.

A lesson is rough before it is gentle,