Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Thursday, July 10, 2014


Solar plexus torn,
Chain of mesh absurd,
Long for freedom,
From the little demons,
Conceived by me.

I'd like to explore the world,
Taste life from another view,
Try out something new,
Leave.
Breathe.
Dance.
Relax.
I don't like the ego.
I don't care for being alone.
Left.

I wait behind all the time, why?
And when I escape for the brief take, there's silence in the home.
When I return, the chaos burns, my ears ring until I lose.
The end of my days I rather have quiet. Yet the uncontrolled brats loudly create havok,
Calmness is a blue moon.
I offer wisdom of joy that is not taken.
Repeat. Defeat.


I want a marriage, a commitment, a trust.
I have children.
Prance the parade.
I ask for too much in a way.
Yet I'd do anything.
My worth, a woman, a fairy tale abandoned.
Create a new life. Get that title. That label you want under conditions.
A true love under no conditions,
What you believe is nothing.