I love writing poetry that leaves people hanging on by imagination and then reeling them back in by pulling on their heartstrings. — There aren’t exactly words that I can use to describe who I am. Why do you ask? Well, that is because I don’t exactly know. Do any of us really know who we are? Of course, I can give you the basics of my name, age, location, description, and things…

Sometimes all you need to know is that one special person will always be by your side no matter the situation. No matter the cost. They will be there. — Gonna sit there and play the victim, When you know you were in the wrong, We’ve already danced this tired dance, We’ve sung this worn out old song, Round and round we go, When will we end this horrific cycle? Who really even knows? Who can actually say, That this spiteful game we play, Will ever completely halt? Who is…

Long, Tall, and well…. Stiff — There he stands, Mighty strong and tall, Happy and proud, A stiff rod of steel, Ready, willing, and able, To deliver a pounding, Waiting to be scaled, Prepared to be surrounded, Eagerly patient, To be smothered in hot, gooey, goodness, Smooth and solid, Begging to be tasted, With your soft…

Speak up. I can’t seem to hear you. — Do I need to speak up? Am I that hard to hear? I know damn good and well you hear, Every word that I say, You sure don’t mind bringing up my flaws, From long ago, That you have stored in your memory, Using them as a judgmental stone to throw, It doesn’t make you look any smarter, Holding…

Maybe Someone. Someday. Somehow. What did I do so wrong? Was it because I was never enough? Or meet all of your expectations? Was I pretty enough? Did I lack intelligence? Were my trust, love, and respect, Not enough for your high standards? My heart and soul I poured, Into us only to find, I’ll never be good enough, I…

Sometimes there are no words!! So you just stand there with your jaw on the floor, holding your toy dinosaur! — We’ve all been there. It’s Saturday afternoon. You and your partner are both simultaneously off work, a rarity. (Pre COVID-19 and quarantine days, of course). Your phone vibrates. You look down and there it is. Nice uncensored picture of your husband’s crotch. And you were wondering why he had been…

Who will take your hand and lead you on the dance floor? — Inside of all of us, There is a moral compass, To help us decide what is right or wrong, Determine what is good and what is not, Telling us that if we are good, We will be rewarded for our deeds, If we do wrong we will be punished, We all have that little voice inside…