I don’t like how I feel now when I see your name. I looked for it for so long, but it’s a habit I overcame. But now when I see it, I feel anxious, I feel stress. It takes me back in time several months, I’ll confess. At least my first instinct isn’t to drop…
Tag: poetry writing
The Sunday Post: A Poem on Valentine’s Day
Like Riding a Bicycle I had a dream last night that I was on a bicycle. This was odd really, and almost seems impossible. You see, I’ve never, ever, ridden a bike. Though, according to my baby book, I did have a trike. My mother wrote that my legs weren’t quite long enough so maybe…
The Ringing
The ringing in my ears Is my omniscient companion All-knowing Ever-present Drowning out my thoughts Stifling my dreams Breathe in Breathe out I count my breaths To ten and start again I listen to the storm Hoping the thundering booms Will do the trick And when the night is still I turn to my phone…
Anticipation
I can always feel it begin. It starts with my skin. The tingling comes first and it starts down low, inching up my leg and past my thighs. I feel my stomach flutter and then see it as my chest flushes with heat, quickly followed by a blush onmy cheeks. My lips can already taste…
Dancing with Myself
I rolled up my mat But I wasn’t quite done With striking a pose So I was dancing with myself No one was watching Save my reflection on the glass Turns out maybe I really was Dancing with myself Not sure what the song was Something about lighting up the world And flipping her hair…