Category: Poetry

  • tired

    tired

    Sometimes I am so tired it is roboticEvery movement I make is written in my bones, my original codeSurvive not, thriveBreathe, sleep, breatheThere are no memories made when I’m shut downJust days that past me by The worst part is I can see itLocked inside myselfI see that there are days passingThat my life is…

  • worship

    worship

    Tell me who you are without using wordsShower me with your presenceKiss me until my knees are week and my body achingLay me down and let worship begin Rattle me to my coreShatter my expectations(Let’s face it the bar is set in hell)Show me your love until we both lose are breath We can trade…

  • Be My Casper

    Be My Casper

    I never wanted a love like a princess; I didn’t feel the need to be rescued that way. But Casper the Friendly Ghost set me up for unrealistic expectations. I wanted a person who would cross the boundaries of life and death for me. So desperate to keep me there was magic between us. I…

  • Growing Up/Apart

    Growing Up/Apart

    I wonder when I became just someone you knew in college. The memory of our friendship is closer to you than I am. All of our what-ifs and daydreams. The futures we planned that just ended up as to do lists in the back of junk drawers. When did I disappear from your top five?…