Tag Archive: feelings


Love in Motion – A Poem


The feeling circles around in motion,

Swirling toward infinity, passing by the notion

That love forever sweeps us off our feet.

 

The feeling lingers around from start,

Dismissing nothing from a wounded heart

That love never tasted so sickingly sweet.

 

The feeling swishes around in waves,

Drowning out thought, until buried in graves

That love outlasts a worm’s treat.

 

The feeling…

Chasing…

That love…

 

Sweet infinity…

Shattered – A Poem


 

I shattered the glass.

CRUNCH!

Pieces scatter.

Shards cutting.

Feet stinging.

 

I grabbed the wrist.

OUCH!

Blood boils.

Liquid flowing.

Pain rising.

 

I walked right past.

SILENCE!

Sounds scatter.

Words cutting.

Mind stinging.

 

I smashed my fist.

BOOM!

Rage boils.

Heat flowing.

Temperature rising.

 

I dismissed the sass.

CLASH!

I ran off pissed.

HISS!

Feelings scatter.

Anger boils.

Air cutting.

Breath flowing.

Heart stinging.

 

Sunshine rising…?

Bam…

 

 

 

 

Waiting… – A Poem


 

I found you today

sitting underneath that tree,

holding hope in your hand.

 

I recognized you say,

patiently waiting and carefree,

that your life was a little bland.

 

You proclaimed an array

of feelings set free,

my heart unable to withstand.

 

I tried to look away,

not able to guarantee

all you wanted, so grand.

 

You convinced me to stay,

my heart full of glee,

so much more than I planned.

 

So I joined you in play,

figuring to wait and to see,

and hope that you understand.

 

Now, no thought goes astray,

and I want you to be

the hourglass to my sand.

 

 

This Is My Space


Sometimes, I remember and realize I have been too busy to visit my spaces. I see myself passing through them as if they were impersonal places that mean nothing more than the grocery store or the cubicle. I move in and out out my day without taking the time to cherish the flow of liberating treasures that are my space. Sometimes, I forget, but not today:

There is this space, just inside the walk-in closet at the back corner of my home. This… this is my space. I claim it for my very own. It is spattered with my things; it harbors my energy with my presence lingering in the cracks and crevices that only I am aware of. Those spots that only I care about and cherish. When things go wrong, this is where you can find me. I go there to think, to organize, to hide, to digress. When I’m devious, I go there. When I’m depressed, I go there. When I’m ready to relax, I go there. It is my sanctuary, and the place where I change who I am. This… this is my space.

There is this space, just inside my mind at the back corner of my neck. This… this is my space. I claim it for my very own. It is spattered with my visions; it harbors my energy with my virtual presence lingering in the cracks and crevices that only I am aware of. Those spots that only I care about and cherish. When I’m trying to see things from a different perspective, this is where you can find me. I go there to analyze, to organize, to fix, to digress. When I’m devious, I go there. When I’m depressed, I go there. When I’m ready to face it head on, I go there. It is my sanctuary, and the place where my true vision lies like a movie from Hollywood. This… this is my space.

There is this space, just inside my chest at the back corner of my heart. This… this is my space. I claim it for my very own. It is spattered with my feelings; it harbors my energy with my virtual presence lingering in the cracks and crevices that only I am aware of. Those spots that only I care about and cherish. When my emotions overwhelm me, this is where you can find me. I go there to feel, to organize, to reveal, to digress. When I’m devious, I go there. When I’m depressed, I go there. When I’m ready to bask in the glory, I go there. It is my sanctuary, and the place where my essence resonates. This… this is my space.

Today, I choose to simplify and remember for my liberating treasures are glowing, and this… this is my space.