I will hold space for you,
In my heart,
In my womb.
Another petal bruised
Affects my garden too.
So many colors,
So many shapes,
The masterpiece of woman.
Who would hurt something
So delicate, so welcoming,
So…soft with the need to love,
Heavy with desire to be loved?

I will hold space for you,
We can stand tall together.
Welcome the wind now,
I will catch you if you fall.




It turns into addiction
When you start to hurt yourself,
When one leads to another
And another leads to more.
I stand by and I watch you,
Your sadness brings out my pity,
But still I want to hold you,
I know this world is scary.
I also know that it’s a lie
When you say that you’re done,
Because when I turn my head away
I hear you pour another one.


Open ears (tanka)

A sliver in time
Shows remorse for souls left lost,
Suns rays dimming now.

Silence shows us blues in truth,
A reminder to listen.


Only lonely

Maybe I am only lonely
When lost in thoughts
That try and own me.

Maybe lonely only stole me
Just wanting to be close,
Only trying to know me.

Maybe this is the only
Silence, this empty space
I keep hearing scream,
Calling out to me,
Saying, “Listen closely.”



You speak lies
Behind what you call

I tell the truth,
You’ll know.

But so few words
May as well go

A voice muffled
by fear,
Is only words


Question everything

Desperately I cling to anything
These child sized hands can grasp.
The rain has poured in now and
Tries to drown us in our own tears,
Our faces sore from light, soft cloth
That has turned rough and heavy.
Behind duct taped mouths
We burn skin trying to speak.
I try to remind myself
Eyes can still smile, but do they
If mouths aren’t seen?
Only more to wonder,
But less to be seen.
The thinkers are the curious,
The truth seekers,
What could it all mean?


Survival instinct

I feel the weight but it’s still not enough
To keep me down, I keep getting up.
Maybe these stones are only heavy
On the chest, yet meant to break bones,
But the heart is strong and hopeful,
So it keeps pumping blood…
It just wants to live,
But we call this love.


(Unconditional love is often misunderstood and overpowered by our subconscious survival instincts and our needs and fears.)

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Dynamic Orange

You’ve got red shoes
Only to dance on life’s fire,
A practiced choreography
Or just your quickstep.

I wear a yellow jacket,
Long with swallowtail,
A shield of protection
Or just my birthright.


Senescent silence

A mute not a mime,
Another moment
Lost in time.

A wilted flower withers,
But can bloom again
If it’s a sinner.

A timepiece running out,
Stuck in a standstill
Unable to shout.


Does it hurt yet?

Is it hurting you
That your neighbor is gay?
That your brother kneels
Before a different god to pray?

Is it hurting you
That his voice is different?
Or that her skin
Is a different pigment?

Is it hurting you
The way you think?
The way you never hesitate?
The way you never blink?

So quick to judge everyone
but you,
But your mirrors they laugh
When they look at you.

Is it hurting you
To be so assuming?
To pick at things,
Naming wrongdoings?

Is it hurting you yet
To hold this grudge?
To be so angry?
To only judge?

Is it hurting you now
That people are dying?
That some won’t stop lying?
While others keep trying…

Is it hurting you?
To look down on people’s choices?
To cover your ears
And smother the voices?

Is it hurting you?
To think that you’re better??
To be so alone???
Instead of together????


On hold

Music plays in the background,
I wait for the sound of voices
As if time does not exist.


Life in fear

We are scared of what we don’t understand,
So we cover our faces
And we stop touching hands.
Tell me please, how this makes sense,
When immunity goes does down
And our trust becomes less.
People look away now,
Too scared to offer help,
Because “what about me?”
Its just fear and insecurities.
Who told you to feel the way that you feel?
Who told you what is right and what is wrong?
We listen to “leaders”, internet, and tv,
When we forget to hear ourselves,
We forget humanity.
These “Authorities” they give advice,
Like urgent demanding orders…
Think about it for a minute,
Or maybe even twice.
You only have one life to live,
Look inside yourself
You should be the leader of it.


Who told you to feel the way that you feel?? Who told you what is right and what is wrong??

Slice of life

A shattered mirror falls silently,
As dreams bleed deaths
Between fresh cut glass.

I carve new hopes
Into raw skin.


Singularity (the)

Lips open to speak
Words always unheard.
Tiny screens reflect in eyes,
My mind begins to wonder
If ears are closed
When eyes do not meet.
My heart crumbles
Pieces of missed


Boreas and Zephyrus

Beneath bare feet ground rumbles,
As thunder roars a motion closer
With the coax of winds wise hand…

“I can only say this once,” he whisperers,
My eyes sting in his icy breath,
“Don’t let fear stop you cold,
The way that you’ve let me.
Though I might breathe chills like death,
Slowly spreading snow and sleep,
Other things live out there lurking…
They’ll trap you in and tie you up,
But only when you weep…
Only when your hope is gone
Because of fears deceit.”

Just like that he disappears,
Leaving words in echo.
Standing here with only tears,
Drip fears I’ll learn to let go.



I peel myself from the wall,
A fly with broken wings,
Limbs flinching in days recoil.
Like the sun in the sky,
I die out.



Another question put away for later
Only left to turn rancid behind cowards teeth,
Or an over protected heart.
A choice made to stay happy
In a clouded mind seems content
Through blind eyes,
And these hurtful answers
Seem nonexistent to deafened ears
When they may have never heard them,
While these thoughts live on as ghosts
As a scar on a slit tongue.


Time bomb

(tick, tick, tick)
Don’t say this doesn’t matter,
Stuck in our homes,
“Self made” invisible prison.
We hear ticking time bombs,
A new kind of civil war.
Cyberspace, cybercrime,
Another fuse lit by humans…
A thread burns too close to surface,
The Big Bang we might live to see
Awaits us.


Stopped clock illusion

A cold winter that never ends
Spreads hands across seas.
Layers of ice upon our eyelids
Thaw thin, likely to break.
A shatter, a life change,
Only in the blink of an eye.
A second split in two
That feels like hours,
Our new sense of time.