will i?

Is there anything left?

If there is, what is it?

Was it ever wonderful 

or was that just my eyes?

Did I just see what I wanted to

or did someone also see me?

For the blip of a moment 

was that what it felt like for it to be?

more

im not talking about the normal 

regular 

or commonplace 

Coming home to you

I will keep your words on repeat

listen again as you say them to me

Soothe to the rocking of a gentle beat

of your loving heart reassuring me

You’re loyal and true and best of all 

You really show you want to

And to the crying child inside of us all

this surely endears You

sacred ground

Treat my heart like it is sacred ground

Find that edge that keeps me around

Gentle and evoking with eyes that smile

and a kind expression to coax and beguile

that safe place

I am missing you with all my heart today

Nothing is quite like what you were for me
Is it the nostalgia swaying my view?

Is it not a perfect memory?

I am usually the giver,

but with you I was always receiving. 

relief

It was a blessing 

and He knew how to give it

He'd done it before

for someone He loved

when it brought relief

pause

finding a place 

beneath a tree 

to sit and think 

and breathe 

Writing Practice 4: the tilt

i look at you with soft eyes 

and you know what i mean 

because you’ve seen them 

kinship

All I wanted them to do or say

was something familiar

something I recognized

as if it was coming from my own heart,

my own thoughts,

and sentiments

sunshine and blue skies

i am not always sunshine and blue skies
are you?
if looking at me is like looking in a mirror 
does it scare you?

time proves

making himself look good 

saying to others all the right things 

so it looks like she’s the one 

causing all the pain 

maybe a little insane 

relatives

blink at the sunshine 

in my eyes 

streaming through the window 

to my bed 

my covers are warm 

i let out a yawn

and stretch my arms 

wide overhead 

how far

how far can i 

fold within

within

within

myself

until i am a flat folded piece of paper?

parallel

I will not embarrass you 
with words about love
Instead I will simply say:
I am so happy you exist 

in the world that I do 

not as simple

She works with what she learns

She tries not to be a fool

She knows you are in control

Of everything you do

She doesn't always say 

Exactly what she means

Life has taught her she has to act

A way that is acceptable and pristine

running

i’m running,

maybe one day i’ll get there 

but i have to say 

i’m glad i’m here 

look behind me

every once in a while 

to remind myself 

how far i’ve come

silk

silk
it's how you spoke
when you thought
the world was going your way

smooth
and delicious it went down
like her favorite dessert

on a glorious sunny day

intention

he works with intention 
do not be a fool
it is choosing and choosing not to 
and it’s his basic rule 

Yars

leaning against me 

with a slight pressure to my chest 

it’s a soft do you love me?

it’s the quiet response, yes

- Les’Nspired

peachy

"Everything is peachy

when he holds my hand
the world is golden
and he’s my best friend!"

Well, I am so happy for you

because

I know no matter where I go 

you will be there 

and it is only because you will

that I can go anywhere 

fantastical

my mind can reach 

fantastical heights

it is mostly much 

contained  

it will find a space 

of want and will 

where it’s given 

wondrous free reign 

nothing more

it is mostly in the pockets of quiet 
among the blaring noise 
that i calm my own heart 
with my line of choice 

shedding season

What are we shedding this season?

Shall I make it a game?

Draw a card, any card

I won't say their name

Writing Practice 3: Regrets

     When I was 7 years old my best friend moved away. We had established a close bond over the course of the year. He chose to sit by me when we got to choose seats and picked me for games. It didn't matter to me that when he sat by me, we played punching games. I had a best friend! I loved that for Show and Tell he would bring fossils, and at the time I thought it was because his dad was an Archeologist and boy was that exciting! My best friend's dad had adventures where he dug up bones! Well, no, he was a Scientist and rarely stepped foot out of a lab, but you couldn't shake me of the daydream and also, I was biased. He was smart, and I liked smart!

perfectionist

It's hard, dear
So let yourself cry
It's not wrong to take it to heart
We know tomorrow you will dry your eyes

but today it's okay
to have a difficult time
you are human, you tire
you can't be perfect in this life

the foundation

Every blade of the creeping bentgrass my bare feet have touched

has been an ever-going love,

for all the soft landings I've had in life

have only come from God.

When I've tried to leave, deciding it was time

and that I could bear no more,

I was given another reason to move forward

and reminded what I was here for. 

sifl

sometimes it feels like 
the crowd was moving 
and i along with it 
one synchronized dance 
to a melody we knew well 

sometimes it feels like
suddenly the song has changed
but only i hear it this time
so i've paused to learn it
and everyone has continued in unison
ahead... way ahead

losing and laughing

she wants to laugh 

so hard her belly aches 

she wants to double over 

for the loss of inhibition 

who is she?

she wants to know what she’s like

when she can lose the weight 

of all the heavy expectation 

weakness

is there being too free with information?

too open with your heart?

will there be those who take advantage 

and find the value lost because of it?

privilege

it’s dwindling 

the number to the days 

to the minutes and the ways

i can live in this 

i throw my arms up

and celebrate 

the times are brilliant 

i am grateful for every bit of it 

whirlwind

it’s the whirlwind 

of days

my scattered parts 

fling to the air 

and i’m landing within

the boundaries 

of necessity and duty 

somewhere