Perfection

Like the missing piece to the puzzle His love fits like no other. Body and soul, we melt. Blend and mold, like nothing I've ever felt. His hands were made to intertwine with mine. His arms are like shelter in my loneliest times. His lips make me weak. His touch makes it hard to speak. …

Where Do I Begin?

So poetry has always been my strong point, my go to, my escape from reality. But over the last year I decided that I wanted to start writing a novel. Easier said than done!!! Between 3 kids, college, work, clubs, extracurricular activities with the kids, etc. there just isn't much time for writing. And how …

His Eyes

In his eyes, the sadness lies. Is he always so down? Or is it just when I'm around? Does he always look that way? Or is it seeing me that makes his mood sway? I hate that I hurt him. The pain cuts like a knife. I never meant to be the misery in his …

I’m Sorry

I saw you in my dream last night. You smiled and held me tight. You listened to my apology. Said you understood, it was alright. But I don't think you know how bad it feels inside. To know I broke a man like you, It wasn't right, it isn't fine. I was weak and unprepared …

Half Full/Empty

Depends on if you’re drinking it or pouring it. πŸ™‚

DoubleU = W

I.

I’m that glass argued about,

And what’s within or without.

My contents seem to cause a stir,

With every single him and her.

II.

Do I appear as half empty,

Only half my contents you see?

Or am I half full of contents,

Only half of it has been spent?

III.

If it’s empty that you witness,

Then pessimism you possess.

Through a dark prism do you see,

And you lack positivity.

IV.

But if half full you ascertain,

Then optimism you’ve obtained.

You must live with a constant smile,

Living and laughing all the while.

V.

Yet I say that neither is true,

And that nothing is at issue.

No view of the contents I had,

Prove neither thoughts of good nor bad.

VI.

Instead if fullness you don’t see,

Why not take the time to fill me?

Half full or empty – neither is worse,

Just drink…

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He Thought of Her

Perfect.

DoubleU = W

he thought of her every day

happy thoughts, memories

every single moment they

had ever shared together

none was ever forgotten

he thought of her hair –

silky, board-straight,

dark brown, almost black

he thought of her eyes –

blue-gray, flaked with

diamonds, twinkling,

ranging from coal ash,

to white the colors burned

into his memory

he thought of her laugh

the tilt of her head,

the crooked smile, the

not-so-innocent tone

in that feminine chuckle

.

he thought of her often

long after it was over,

she was gone, and his

time with her had ended

.

he thought of her no matter

the day, every day there

was time spent remembering

right up to the end

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Treasure

Faded, jaded, lost in the ocean tide. Unwanted, unloved, tossed aside. Alone. Floating, sinking, rising, falling. Crash. Found, discovered, polished, uncovered. Beautiful, treasured soul. Loved. Originally written June 2, 2012 K.R.