Unspoken

‘What are you thinking,’ He quietly asked. She bit her lip Not knowing what to say All the responses in mind her told her to be honest, To tell him her worries And all her regrets The things that happened in the past and All the things that caused her unrest She looked at him…

Understatement

‘You’re important to me’ he whispered in her ear As he held her tightly But all her heart heard were the words He didn’t say like I love you and with you is where I pray to stay He called her once in a three-day span Not including the text he replied to With the alphabet…

Unique

She’s a peculiar person In an ordinary world She thinks life is meant to be lived Not days spanned to years Spent at a desk logging in hours to pay bills Clubs don’t excite her Apple martinis don’t percolate her taste buds She’d rather a hike through the hinterland Sipping on a green tea spiked…

Individual

I won’t feed your ego Or sugarcoat your ills I’m a real person with my own ideals Don’t flick through my clothes And tell me what to wear Don’t scan through my pictures And tell me how to do my hair I’m not your puppet And how that makes you feel, I really don’t care….

Climb

Let 2016’s mistakes sweat out of your system Like last night’s champagne Let last years downfalls stay at the bottom of that mountain You just climbed. Stand at the peak, feeling your strength surge through your veins like electricity Embrace 2017 Fight like a warrior Reign like royalty

Redolence

He told her he would be home hours ago So, she looked for him Waited for him Anticipated him Thought about all the misfortunes that could’ve happened to him Just before the waking hours He slid into bed As she rested her head upon his bare skin She discovered he didn’t smell like the man…

Anomaly

A stranger among the masses An imposter mingled with the identical She carried on the charade until she could strategize her escape To inhale the mossy evergreen Hum along to the harmonizing of the sparrow Feel the routine of the world evaporate in the shifting breeze Resting in the grass with a pine cone at…

Done

Get off your knees Don’t beg and plead Climb to your feet You had your cake And did what you did I just want to make sure Your eyes are watching When I leave Unknown Photographer

Type

You don’t know me You never will I’m not your type of girl I’m a little too real That’s cool with me ‘Cause I’m not for everyone I’m no happy meal I’m a feast fit for a king

Ready?

She bit her nails Brimming with vexation As the clock stroked twelve The defining moment had come to pass Was she still a girl Or a woman, at last She picked up the stick and read the clear words Still feeling like a girl Although in nine months time She was going to bring life…