We met at work in 2001, I should’ve heard people, you were a jerk.

I was flattered, you gave hope, I actually mattered.

We dated, I moved in, with your 3 kiddos, life built-in.

We spent all time together, you, me. Pregnant, I couldn’t believe.

We built a home for 4 kids. Too much too soon, should’ve put on the skid.

You became possessive, temper loud, I withdrew into myself, cowed.

Too late to leave, baby on the way, put on a smile to face each day.

Then came cheating, your nickname was dog, I was forewarned but in a fog.

I moved out, she moved the next day. Pretended to be friends to get you, she will pay.

I couldn’t make it on my own, fulltime job, bills to pay, 2 yr old to raise, felt alone.

I crawled back, you threw her out, I never felt safe, always had my doubts.

I was uncertain but had a roof over my head, my son was safe. You wouldn’t harm him, I was full of dread.

I grew anxious for bed, when you started the fights. When I’m playing dead, you had no right.

You were jealous of our child, innocent little mind. I spent all time with him, you grew blind.

Rage that boiled over, in front of your kids, you would tower above me, over and over.

No wonder they hate you, seeing what you did, they used you to get what they want, then they went and hid.

You’re a misersable, scant man, you were my mistake, I’m still with you today, I can’t escape.

If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have my son. If it wasnt for him, I would be done.

One day, I will have my way. I will leave, have peace, everyday.

Is this how 

a Poet feels?

fake but real—

trapped in a moment

though far removed

from the scene

can he dust

the fingerprints

of what he knows?

or circle what he might

...does he make 

a distinction as such

—like in Love...

does he want 

to believe?

or does he 

really— 

feel

—this

much?

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My mom thinks my name means

“diligent,” “loves all the animals in the world,

no matter how they look,”

and “periodically extremely shy”

My dad thinks my name means

“hilarious” and “intimidated by new things”

My sisters think my name means

“sporadically annoying,” “amusing,” and “gullible”

My dog thinks my name means

“always ready for love and cuddles”

My best friends think my name means

“upbeat” and “attentive”

My teachers think my name means

“always ready to learn,” “hard working,” and “shy”

My neighbors think my name means

“hushed,” but “energetic”

My classmates think my name means

“immensely shy” and “scared”

I think

There’s more, hidden things to me,

such as,

“dreams of being courageous” and

and “doesn’t want to move on”

and “is concerned about the white rhinos all night long”

You see,

there is much more to me

than meets the eye.

fall into my arms

like the marooned leaves from the trees

who can’t wait any longer to hold themselves up

and are able to let go

and let life take the lead

softly guided to the ground

caught by emerald glades of grass

in cool autumn

Love Potion

To be a witch or not to be a witch

I am just a waitress in a bar, perhaps

One of the best waitresses, as my boss tells me

It all happened on one Tuesday night, so breathtaking,

He arrived at the bar with his mate, wearing a black suit

He smiled at me as I took his order, at first, I didn’t feel it

I didn’t feel the heat radiating from his muscles, his plastered grin

I simply grinned back and brought his drink, vodka on ice, with a lemon slice

He winked at me mischievously and shrugged, I was just a waitress,

Guys like him came and brought up lust all the time, I ignored him

But as he came in night for that week, I could not refuse him, his sexy smiles

The way he winked his black eyelashes, he had in in for a long time, I only wanted him

But then there was my boss, and on one night, he gave me a small pink bottle

My boss winked at me and said, this is a very strong love potion, mix it in a drink

And whoever drinks it, will be your lover for a thousand years, forever and forever

I couldn’t resist it, and when my mysterious man in black suit came, I had no choice

I mixed the love potion in his drink and I waited for him to drink it, and so it happened

He came up to me, slinked his arms around me and I brushed my lips on his cute lips

He grinned and said, “Let’s go out for a stroll, hunny!” I obliged and hand in hand

We walked in the streets of the most amazing city, and I kissed him like a hungry wife

We sat down on a bench and we kissed passionately, and he asked me, “Wana go to my room!”

I looked deep into his eyes and I could not say to him that it was the love potion that was speaking

But I agreed and I knew it was so wrong but to use magic when you are attracted to someone

Perhaps is not a bad idea at all, and I surrendered to my lover who is totally bewitched by me!

You caught sunlight in a bottle inlaid with tin foil,

Danced with a smoldering fire to the dirge of the waning light.

I wondered what it would be like to see the world with eyes as bright

As your's.

Truly the world must be larger somehow, full of mystery and wonder as vibrant as that bruise on your forehead when you came crashing into that corner wall of my hallway.

You seem to run into everything headfirst.

Possibly because your head comprises the majority of your body weight

Newborn,

gotta see everything with your own eyes first.

Sometimes it brings you a little closer with reality

And walls

Than you'd probably like.

Or than I'd probably like.

At some point I think your coloring book bled into mine,

I think I must've accidentally spilled water on the whole thing.

Possibly beer.

...Probably beer.

Now there's sort of a giant, wet, mess of color laying here

Can't quite figure out what those pictures were supposed to be in the first place.

It's kind of pretty in a way,

My blues and grays with your hues of crimson and primrose

Like flowers on a rainy day.

You're like sunshine.

You caught sunlight in a bottle inlayed with tin foil,

Then danced with me to a dirge of the waning light.

Maybe one day I'll see the world with azure eyes as bright

As your's.

Until then, dear friend.

I see them each year in October,

like some creepy Sci-Fi episode.

I weave my car, and watch in wonder.

Why do caterpillars cross the road?

I'd like to ask where they are going.

Are they chasing a leafy confection?

Or maybe they're much too proud to admit

that they have no sense of direction.

I hate to hit the little critters.

Below a tire, they don't stand a chance.

But when other cars are rolling toward me,

I will not wrongly avert my glance.

This strange dance only lasts a few days.

If I don't hit one, I make a wish.

And I am very thankful that they

are so small I cannot hear them squish.

I know a secret.

You keep it locked inside of you.

Your heart’s out here in the open, but there is one part that you keep well hidden.

There is an explosive light.

I may be fiery reds, pinks, and blues, but you are surely rose skies and rivers of champagne.

I wear that fire on the outside.

But you have a fire there too.

Stronger than any that rages from my broken insides.

You have a pale yellow outlined in a burning, bright gold.

A warmth of protection.

Hidden deep inside you.

It’s enveloped me.

And I swim in your liquid sun.

Nigdy nie będziesz mnie miał

nie chce już być pod twoimi skrzydłami

kiedy przez ciebie _nie mogę latać

nie chce płynąć w twojej rzece

jeśli wciąż _brak mi tchu

przecież twoje ręce

one chcą mnie tylko dla siebie

a ja chcę być wolna

chcę latać w przestworzach

i unosić się na fali

a nie utonąć

i spadać w przepaść

przecież wiesz, że cię kocham

ale nie chcę twoich więzi i kajdanek

ja chcę twojej miłości

ale ja już nie należę do ciebię

i nigdy nie będę twoja

nie chce już być pod twoimi skrzydłami

kiedy przez ciebie _nie mogę latać

nie chce płynąć w twojej rzece

jeśli wciąż _brak mi tchu

_____________________________________________

You will never have me

I no longer want to be under your wings

when because of you _I cannot fly,

I don’t want to swim in your river

when I am always running _out of breath,

but your hands

they only want me for themselves

and I want to be free

I want to fly in heavens

and float on the waves

and not to drown

and fall into the depths,

you know that I love you

but I don’t want your chains and handcuffs

I want your love

I don’t belong to you

and I will never be yours again

You will never have me

I no longer want to be under your wings

when because of you _I cannot fly

I don’t want to swim in your river

when I am always running _out of breath

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