'Til death do us not part

 

Ironically, there is so much life at the graveyard. 

Intuition

 

Sometimes, you need to embrace the silence before you can find your voice.

Name

Identity

History

Family

Self —

What is in my name

Besides exactly who I am?

What is in a name

The one on paper

Then the one I choose

When I go on stage;

The one he whispers

In my ear,

Then screamed  

As he came.

I am all of the above.

What is in a name 

When you marry and take his?

No longer mine,

Mine still —

What I replace,

The future I gain,

No longer mine,

No longer yours,

But ours. 

Aftermath

 

What irony,

There is so much life

At the graveyard.

When the writing works out

All I have to do is show up,

Gain momentum;

Give you one last rep,

Another verse

To finish this poem.

I have always dreaded 

Doing the plank,

Now I can hold it

For a full minute,

Without tearing up.

Lift me up

Talent is not enough

Writing is a muscle,

I had become rusty —

Now planning my sessions in

The more I work out

The more I want to write.

Create,

Train hard

The benefits of a sweat

Back to the pleasure 

of my pen,

I am looking forward

To my best poem yet.

Raw sensitivity

 

I eat my feelings
Medium rare.

Hot as Ice

Hot like fire,
Cold as ice

If stares could kill
My feelings would freeze.

He ignites
Light in my eyes,
Sends shiver
Down my spine.

I jump in the shower,
Burn with vigour
To cool my temper.

Extremes,
I am always at extremes,

It is either, or

I gauge for
Equilibrium.

In your power 2.0

 

When things are out of your control,
Control yourself.

Breadcrumbs

A placeholder ring

Temporary meaning

I vow in-between.

Hold my spot

Til better comes along

Who is going to tie the knot.

A lady in waiting,

Eternity does not come easily

Or swiftly.

One who seeks a definite answer

Needs patience indefinitely.

Does Mr. Right

Promise all the right things

Right now,

Enough to keep me hungry?

A short-term solution

When I dream of a 

Permanent situation

A preview of what is real

All I see

Is intention to commit,

When does forever start

If not today? 

I will

 

A dream come true is not necessarily a reality that lasts.

Wake up

 

Even my coffee needs a pep talk,

For I feel no relief when the 
caffeine kicks in.

I know the tools

Time heals;

Not all wounds

Are bad memories to kill.

Yet I go to war defeated

Escape in the world of dreams,

Only to wake up even more

drained.

Time heals, they say, but how

much time — when it seems 

infinite.

Switched off the router today,

Waited a few seconds

Maybe my energy will start

blinking 

again.

Not yet,

Dear friend.

Be patient,

The sun has not set.

My coffee just kicked in, and I can 

still write a poem.