Tag Archives: Poetry

Intoxicated

There you were
taunting me
with your
        glass bottle.

Your sharp taste
slices my throat.
Forcing me to dance
like a sad jester.
Between each gasp,
I i n h a l e your courage
leaving me numb.
Intoxicated with 
each touch,
I've gone too far.
A downward spiral
anchoring me to
the ocean floor.
Here I search
to be heard,
                        Are you listening?

Milestones

Conception
– Let’s skip this part.

Birth
– Tiny vulnerable infant not aware of the big, big world.

Childhood
– Laughter, games and cheer with hits of sorrow that stain my mind.

Teenage Rebellion
– Hard work, broken hearts alongside musical notes and well kept secrets.

College Years
– Strong willed, eager, independent responsible adult-ish with not one but two degrees, what mighty times they were.

Young Adulthood
– Uneasy, anxious and lost in a forest of uncertain watching others settle into their nest.

The rest is still being written….

I don’t know what will come after this young adulthood season. What I do know is that wherever I am, I will always be better than I was yesterday. Each day gives us an opportunity to fine tune ourselves to finally be the best of the best. As a wise man once said

Be the best you can be, until you can be better.

A wiseman

Mundane Labor

Wake up,
use the bathroom.

Open the blinds,
feed the cat — meow.

Clean the dishes,
take the trash out.

Get dressed for work,
pack a lunch.

Leave for work,
at 7 a.m.

Get home,
change clothes
leave for the gym.

Exercise,
go back home.

Shower,
Cook dinner.

Eat,
Do laundry.

Watch TV OR
scroll endlessly on
social media.

Set alarm,
charge phone,
lights out.

Repeat.

Featured Image.

Apartment 204

855 square feet,
two people
one cat.

Apartment 204 there it sat — vacant
awaiting for life to fill
its vast space.

Tickle fights,
Cat naps,
Romantic dinners
dressed the walls.

There we sat building
our Ikea dresser
on a Summer’s day.

Eating our first meal,
where we lived together
in clash.

A year later
memories packed
and sealed with nostalgia.

Apartment 204 is now vacant
as we settle into our new place;
two people,
one cat.

143.

There they met for the first time.

She knew he was about to change her world.

Alone they talked, smiled, laughed –

Without a care.

There he picked her up –

For once she wasn’t scared.

She gave him her 143 that day,

He wept happiness –

Something he lost a long time ago.

They met at a park and have loved ever since.