Poems

Decay:

Rotting flesh

Bone

Exposed

Stripping you away

Every lie you tell

The pride you hold

Eating you alive

The words we hear

Rotting our brains

Turning us to piles of bones

The ground is cold

Cruel

But it’s our own doing

Untitled:

Dark night

I sit alone, back to the wall

Quiet

Smudged mascara and tangled hair

Naked

Phone at my feet, not ringing

Waiting

His hands touch hers in the dark

Wanting

I wish not to know, but

I know

The dark night is quiet

Naked and waiting

Wanting to know why

I’ll never know why

Alone

Summer:

I seem to love

Reflections on small pools of water

Caused by the rain on the pavement

Showing headlights of busy cars

Bright in the night

I seem to love

Warm sun on my skin

Sitting underneath big oak trees

Book in my hand

Light wind in my hair

I seem to love

Deep belly laughs

Arms around my shoulders

Sun in our eyes

Walking on dusty roads

Summer

Beauty:

Be sure to remember

Beauty is not a state of being

But a state of mind

Bonus: Here's a song that I absolutely love to listen to while reading poetry.