Poem Prompt: connection between haunting words

A poem created for a writing group prompt (the prompt had a specific group of words). Here is my poem, inspired by the selected words.


You chased my caribou mind
Like a dingo possessed
Your vacuous, sleek words seemed genuine
When they played ricky-ticky tavy on my heart
Your seductive singing ignited a flame within my soul

You thought I was weak and broken
Willing to be a secret lifeline
Your infidelity in the dark
Under a teal skyline
I turned a blind eye
Wouldn’t admit the upcoming calamity

My weakness was revealed through blood loss and passion
I kept wafting between fascination and self-preservation
Karma roughed me up
Until I shut the door
My love for me was stronger than you calculated

Cracked Actor

I feel numb
and stunned
by the text
I received this morning
from Bowiefan4%

Be Yourself.
Don't compromise.
Embrace your inner Freak.
Because when it comes
down to it,
we are all Freaks.

We are all 
cracked and flawed
in beautiful,
illuminating ways.




R.I.P. Mr. Jones.

{Written Jan. 11, 2016, 7:15am.}

Pondering Presence

Presence (noun): 1) the state or fact of existing, occurring, or be present in a place or thing; 2) a person or thing that exists or is present in a place but not seen.

I now realize that before you made this comment, I was pondering this idea due to observing life around me.

In order to obtain presence, a person needs to be open and connected to their heart. To really be open to presence, we have to be willing to be vulnerable, take a chance to be human with each other.

We can’t be there for each other if we hide behind a façade of formality. We have to break down our own walls that keep us apart from others. We are all connected, yet we in a world of illusion that makes us believe that we are separate. If we feel disconnected, it is because we disconnected ourselves from others.

We each have to ask ourselves: Am I done hiding in the shadows? Am I tired of getting lost in a haze? Can one look in the mirror and see love, even love for the most human, imperfect parts of one’s self?  

If we want something in our lives, we need to be the very thing we seek.

It would be the same, whether we are seeking presence from another soul, from God, the universe, or ourselves.

If lost, look within

We all feel lost sometimes

But we have to break down our own walls

And break free

Yet, it seems that you are enamored

By a fantasy image that resembles me

In form only

I know I will find my mirror light

Someday, someway  

I have a clear sight on love

And see it everyday within me,

Within the people in my life.

Healing your corner of the world

I’m listening to my intuition and the signs make it perfectly clear. Love is what we need to heal this world deep in pain. We administer love in those enter our lives, in quiet ways, day by day. Maybe it’s clearing snow off of their car window, or bringing them cookies. Look at your life and see how you share with others.

Some might rebuff the kindness that is offered. That’s their choice. Defensiveness* is the sign of someone trapped in their own anger and fear. Let go and send them love from afar.

Stop and look around you. There are so many who know the true value of love, both how to give and how to receive. Focus on those who are part of the solution (love), not part of the problem (fear).

*As an Empath, you may reflect back their energy. This will upset them, and drag down your energy. Take a deep breath and clear out the foreign energy. Be kind to yourself, you are only human.

Breaking Open

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We’re all trapped in busy patterns

Of our own devising

Yet, in brief moments together

You seem to want to break free

But how can I know

Your intentions and desires

If you keep them shrouded

In dark reclusive mystery

Reading your verses penned

To the Fairhaven maiden

Shook my soul to its very core

And stirred my heart’s gray ember to flame

Yet, I could never be Petrarch’s Laura

Stuck in an idealized frame of time

Never flesh or made whole

But frozen in the amber of another’s desire

Leaving all to the universe to decide

I meagerly offer friendship and kindness

Communication is the key

To not getting lost in life’s storms

We are all connected

Even when we feel most alone

But each has to open their heart

To be the other's calm port between the storms

A Small Voice

A small voice in my whispers, “But it’s real.”

My head says, “It’s not possible. You’ll be fooled like all of those times before.”

Energy flows through my body, tender aches wishing he were here, wanting to wrap myself around him. Wish I could unwrap a bit of his mystery.

My heart beats as my soul pulls and rattles in my chest. My lips remember how it feels to taste him.

My left hand feels a strong, surging energy around it.

The room is quiet, except for my short pants of breath in the night air.

A brief image flashes through my mind; strong hands caressing my chest and stomach. My hunger is stirred further.

Through our brief text conversation, I’m pulled back into present reality. I see you are wrapped into your own world. I realized that you never really saw me at all.

I know my soul is connected to another. I feel the connection grow stronger every day. He wants to find me too. Someday, I’ll find him.

I'll see him and he'll see me.