Under our beds, or just in our heads
The memories and thoughts have changed us instead
For the ones that we fear have come so near
And they bind us with unbreakable thread
The tangled sheets, where th...
I'd stare at blank pages
I'd throw pens across the room
I'd double check every poem twice
throw them out after reading them once
I'd nitpick and criticise I'd try to look at them through someone else'...
how’s it like?
the rain falls in waves
in couplets they flow
most fall down together
but some go it alone
they fall down to the floor
with one job in their mind
others find it ea...
Cut off memories of pleasure and pain.
Destroy those raw remains.
So that You may flourish, love!
Daisies sprout from discarded chains.
I no longer possess seeds of daisies,
For our roots, with devoti...
I remember the shine of compact discs
Using them as makeup mirrors
Applying lipstick with giggling friends
While another CD
Blasted out music from the stereo
I remember the warning
"Do not touch the l...
Dirty Diapers, laundry, gum in hair, messy rooms, dishes, ripped teddy bear…
The stresses of motherhood are never ending, from tying shoes to storytelling,
Every Mother is never alone, forget trying t...