Sunday, August 10, 2014

The Voice of The Rain

The Voice of the Rain

The voice of the rain tells me I cannot. Cannot be happy. Cannot do it. Cannot be…anything.
The voice of the rain tells me, you are not worthy.
The voice of the rain says, “God is laughing at you.”
The voice of the rain drowns out the hope of the sun.
No light shines in. There is only darkness.
The only sound is the voice of the rain.
And it tells me I can’t.
I believe the rain.
It is louder than the beat of my heart.
There is no escape from the rain.
The voice of the rain is a flood.
And I am drowned in it’s swirling waters
Saying “Cannot” “Won’t” “Nothing”
“Never, nothing, not a thing.”
I am the voice of the rain.
I am regret, disappointment, despair.
I am hopeless, faithless, beaten,
I am the voice of the dark.
I am defeated, tired, crushed.
The voice has won.

I am done.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Hold Hands

Mom holds my hand.
She brushes the knots
out of my hair.
She dresses me.
I am two.

Mom holds my hand.
She lays my clothes out
on the bed.
My hair is very short.
I am seven.

Mom is working.
She lays my clothes out.
She makes my lunch.
She makes my dinner.
I am ten.

Mom is working.
I lay out my clothes.
I make lunch.
I help with dinner.
I am a teen.

Mom is working.
I am in college.

Mom is working.
I am working.
Mom makes dinner.
We don't hold hands.
I am in my twenties.

Mom is retired.
Dad is sick.
Mom is working.
I am working.
We don't hold hands.
I am in my twenties.

Mom is sick.
Dad is sick.
I come home.
We do not hold hands.
We laugh and cry together.

Mom is alone.
Dad is gone.
We hold hands.
I am a mother.

Mom is alone.
I am sick.
Mom helps.
We don't hold hands.

Mom is alone.
I am better.
Mom is alone.
We hold hands.

Mom is alone.
Mom is confused.
Mom is....old.
We hold hands.
I am old.

Mom is a child.
Someone makes lunch.
Someone brushes the knots.
Someone dresses her.
They hold her hands.

I am away.
Mom is old.
I am old.
I want to hold her hands.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014



I'm not letting go.
I'm holding on with both hands.
Heels digging in.
Ropes tied to anchors wrapped
around your waist.

But they slip off anyway.
The ropes break. I stumble.
Fall flat on my face.
From the dust, i see you
walk away.

I can't let go 
of someone i never had.
Trying to hold on to a memory
with my hands is like
catching air.

You came back.
You said.
You still loved me.
The truth is you never started.

 My future is not you.
My life is not entangled in yours.
You are you. I am me.
There is no us. There never
really was.

There is no need for goodbye.
There really wasn't a need for hello..
It's time for letting go.
Until we meet again.

Until you can choose me.
Once you know how to love.
When I can be first in your life.
Til I take your breath away.
If ever I feel like home.

It hurts to love you more.
It hurts to give everything.
It hurts to make you my universe.
It hurts to choose you.
 Because you don't choose me.

Still, you feel like home.
Until you're ready to come home....
I'll be waiting.... until then.

Brutal Truth

Your words leave purple bruises on my heart
Honesty you claim. But you are more than that
You strip your words bare of feeling
You throw them at me, knives in my skin
Wounding my love, my dignity, my hope
Until I stand dripping in the hurt of your words.

Monday, January 27, 2014

Poppin' Pills

Poppin' Pills they hit my teeth they don't hurt
Not anymore, half the bottle gone
I rest my heavy head for support
On my heavy hands. I have done
The easiest thing to keep from
Feeling your goodbye again
The unsaid words swarm
Like a storm and rain
In my overflowing heart
The flood of your unsaid
Words has ripped my calm apart
And I am drowning in a sea of dead.

Poppin' Pills how many was that?
What's it matter, don't wanna come back
To your world where I patiently sat
And waited for you to contact
Me. I knew I wasn't good, pretty, smart
Enough for you. I never was.
But you swore you loved me from the start,
Up until that day. Applause
For your performance for breaking walls
Set there to protect me from you.
And you broke them,  I fall
In love with you again, you do what you do.

So I'm Poppin' Pills. A few more left in the bottle.
I'm gonna throw it away and continue to swallow
The pain that I feel at the thought of your face
At the time spent together, how my heart raced.
When you kissed my lips for the very first time
When you held me and swore you wanted to be mine.
Lies and pretty words, wrapped in ribbons and lace.
I shouldn't have listened I should have watched your face.
Those eyes would have told me the truth I didn't want to believe
That you are a liar, a cheat, that you deceive
I don't know why, I don't know what you want
But I'm at the bottom of the bottle, I win you don't.


Red, red, the knife cuts deep
The slit flows blood red and
Drip, drip, drip your words keep
Flowing out of me onto the sand
Predators, you, your kind, prey
On the vulnerable, the weak
Sucking us dry, Wanted to say
I love you, Can't speak.

Poppin' Pills, how many was that
A river of red races down my
Leaden arm. It is big and fat
I trace it with my eye
To the lake on the table, floor
Up again. Poppin Pills don't feel
a thing. I wait, watch the door.
No one comes. You seal
My fate, just by coming back.
I am crazy, lost, manic desperate
And you make me feel everything I lack
From being perfect. I am desperate.

Poppin' Pills very tired now.
Is it the river of red
Or the numbing power
I lay down my head
In a puddle of blood
You made me you took me
This red, bloody flood
These pills that you see
That's you not me
I was fine you made me crazy.

Drip,drip, drip
Pop, pop, pop
Drip, drip
Pop, pop

Saturday, January 18, 2014


That is how I feel. It isn't what I wanted.
I wanted to be loved and touched
Softly with fingers that caressed my skin.
I wanted whispers of how much I was loved
How beautiful I was in his eyes.
I got fucked.

I wanted to be made love to.
Sweet gentle lips on my body.
Warm, strong hands to hold me.
His eyes to look into mine and shine.
To feel like I was the only thing that mattered.
I got fucked.

I wanted to be loved
He fucked me.

Now, I don't want him to touch me.
I don't want to be alone with him.
I don't want his hands or lips.
I don't believe his words.
I no longer trust him.
You fucked up so
Now, you're fucked, too.