May be, I am this book on my lap?
The one I usually close to nap...
All these years, I hid between hays
like a needle awaiting to be found...
I played a game of cards with God on the day that...
And I couldn't win a single hand...
You know there's a real funny thing called family.
Those who have one should be wary...
Here we are all trapped in single file
stuck in line at the grocery aisle...
A small glimmer of hope
Rings on the surface...
Deep dark sensations caressed my timid lips
as the aroma of wild cocoa beans drenched me in...
We want to have the faith
To have things the way we want them to be...
Today, I'll write just to write like I often do
with my eyes close and my fingers on the keyboard...
Like images held in an hourglass,
each night I sleep in a capsule of time...
Men are idiots!
We don't need them any ways...
Heart broken and wrecked,
esteem torn and reduced to sadness...