Archive for ‘Writing and Poetry’

March 12, 2013


Somethings happens
when my hand catches
the right light
and the diamonds are all

I smile and sigh
and quietly thank God that
you chose me.

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December 12, 2012


I clench my jaw,
hoping to still the shake
in the remainder of my body,
a constant frightened shiver
that agonizes on without intervention.
Winter is waging in full force this morning,
temperatures at the bottom
and a matching wind to stab
at my stinging weak fingers.

We need to migrate for the winter,
somewhere the sun can thaw
my poor cold-leaden body.

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September 18, 2012

for safekeeping.

Where my heart goes
in the quiet times
between work and wedding
and stress
is straight to yours.

June 5, 2012


Like silk on sandpaper
you soften me, slowly,
tracing over my rough patches
with a light determined diligence.
The hush of your breath
against my shivering cheek
sends rivets of relief
clear down to my fingers
and finally, I feel you.

That inked skin of yours
soothes mine in
all the right ways.

It’s here in the dark
that we have our
best conversations.

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May 30, 2012


I am writing again. Really writing. And feeling. And putting feelings onto paper.

It’s such a relief. Something in me craves the release of that kind, of being able to see it and feel it and go back to remember if I need to.

It’s like breathing for me. If I don’t write for a while, I feel stagnant, like everything is just going along and has little meaning. Like things are growing but can’t bloom.

Life is better for me with words. Words that actually say something. Words that paint a picture in a person’s mind. Each one beautifully different than the next.

I’ve got a new journal with hundreds of blank pages and a pen waiting to be drained of its ink.

May 29, 2012


the sound of quiet
that fills the moments
in between
swells my heart
to near maximum.

the sound of quiet
and your shallow
sleeping breath.

April 21, 2012

sometime, it doesn’t matter.

I have a shuddering pain
that leaves me
blinking back tears
choking back words
holding onto a kind of anxious
that grounds me
and tells me to stay.

Slowly, it passes,
the calm circles
its way back
and sets itself in my lap again.
The colors return to normal
and smiles are easy.

But oh, that pain,

it is called worry.

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April 11, 2012


I have a little
fire inside


it’s best not
to fan
the flame.

April 3, 2012


somewhere the wind blows warm
across sand so soft
it can’t be seen floating through the air
whispering to the happiness filling each second.

somewhere someone has no worries
no cares and no dreams
because the sunshine is
just enough dream by itself.

somewhere someplace
in a land far enough I can’t see
they don’t know about real life
and struggles and fights
and tears.

but, me, I like just where I am
with you.

March 23, 2012

thinking about…

+ the little things. Whoever first said that they are all that matters was a wise one.

+ forgiveness. There is a point where hating someone only turns into a double-edged sword and eventually only hurts the one who hates. There is no harm in forgiveness. It doesn’t mean you have to be around that person or like them or be friends with them. It just means that you can go about your day without feeling immense fire inside if you simply see their name. There is no harm in forgiveness.

+ work. I realize I’ve let it bring me down and frustrate me beyond what I should have.

+ my need to breathe. I’m thinking of taking a ME day when the weather stays decent. My camera, my journal, and my thoughts.

+ my blog. I mean, do I really ever say anything new? It feels like I am going in circles in thought and have nothing intriguing to say anymore. I need to find some inspiration. Something, somewhere.

March 21, 2012

wait awhile.

let’s stay in, me and you,
out of the rain
to hide from the gray
that weighs everything heavy
and makes anything happy
seem a little bit less.

hide with me all day.

there may not be any energy
left for anything else
but I’d rather use it all
loving you.

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February 21, 2012


As cruel as a blistered sunburn,
a stubbed toe,
an invisible paper cut,
tired eyes,
a nagging hangnail,
a banged funny bone,
a pulled muscle.

This is all of those things,
only worse.

February 16, 2012

on the road.

The first time I heard that song,
the yellow highway stripes were
holding a conversation with my mind,
blinking past faster than I could count
and lulling my eyes to heaviness.

Life was in my view,
home behind me

and the wind all around.

I was right between
who I was and
who I wanted to be

and all I could do was

February 14, 2012

g, happy valentine’s day.

They are watching you
save my heart
one quiet breath at a time.

February 7, 2012


If I ever had to go
one night with knowing
your love wasn’t mine,

I’d never sleep,

and I hope the stars
would keep me company,

those sparkly little

January 30, 2012

Late nights
and early mornings
I come home
and my clothes, my hair, my skin, my heart
all still smell of you.

My skin is still scratchy
from your rugged kisses
and your breath is still in my ear.

You are always all over me

And I never want
to wash it off.

January 17, 2012


Right there in black ink
across the top of seedy aged paper,
the kind that leaves black smears
on cheeks after fingertips
have soaked up all that truth,
were words that stopped my next breath
and shredded my heart into nothings.

Saturday night
took you away.

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January 12, 2012

it’s simple.

Loving you
her mistake.

Breaking her heart

January 6, 2012


The dark swam all around
gliding between our fingertips
with a silkiness of skin
and lingering on the shallow breath
held between your mouth and mine.

It saw more than we meant
but it is our good luck that
the night can’t tell secrets.

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December 27, 2011

first visit.

These people were his
and the way he laughed
and looked at me
from across the room
took away any doubt
that I should be anywhere
other than here.

Right here.

October 11, 2011

spilling over.

Tears have never solved anything,
but sometimes they are all that is
left after a long day.

No questions and judgments.
Just a visit to build me up and say
“It’ll be okay eventually.”

My strength always
turns out to be my greatest weakness.

This is simply who I am.

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September 14, 2011

Sunny Side Down

Screw California
and that Infiniti.
Its silver doesn’t suit you the way I do.
Come back to where it’s a highway, not a freeway,
to where we drink pop, not soda.
The sun doesn’t glisten off the width of the ocean
but you’ve never seen a lake like Perry.

Screw California
and those big Redwood trees.
A tree you can’t climb is no good.
Come back to my sunflowers and corn fields wide,
to where lightning bugs have become a sport too.
Your winter isn’t quite so cold
but what is Christmas without snow?

Screw California
and all those glittery Hollywood lights.
You can’t see the stars the way I do at night.
Come back to the stickiness of my summer,
to where mosquitoes feast at dusk.
You say you don’t like our flavorless plane
but those Rockies are what keep me from you.

Screw California
and your sunny city.
I need you here.
This is home.

August 30, 2011


It slips over me
in the darkness
when sleep should be coming.

Those few thoughts
that open my eyes
and race my heart–
like how it felt
when I kissed your mouth.

I hang onto it
because I know
you’ll forget by morning
what was so important
about me.

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August 23, 2011


I can never get very far
away from that day
or the breath-taking panic

because everyday
I wake up still,


August 9, 2011

high school summer.

The music played in the background
beating hard against the wall
before making its way to me.

Chairs sat in a circle all around
and all empty, except for that boy
who always had a way
of making me smile.

Some summer nights ended
with just the right touch
of sweet in its kiss.

And that was one of them.

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