Relationship Ropes (A Poem)

How long will you let this continue?
Or is the fault on me?
Lost and wondering, hopeful pondering
‘Tis the life I lead.

I wait for you and I wait some more
to hear your howling outside my door
But silence pierces through the room
And all I have are thoughts of you.

Desperation
Anticipation
Angst and doubts
Cause separation

I feel us slipping.
What’s it I’m missing?
Weren’t we just kissing?

Where’s the knot?

While I’m holding on to it
You seem to be letting go
as we both wait to see
who breaks the rope.

Quarter Life Crisis (A Poem)

I am all over the place.
Of everything I want a taste
Both physically and mentally
Dipping toes, intentionally

Maybe this… Could that be better?
Taking flight to chase the weather.
I fly right through,
both high
and low.

People say I’m interesting.
It’s true, I have seen many things.
The more I see
the less
I know.

I run around both day and night.
“So productive!” They’d be right.
The more I do,
the less
I show.

I’ve had nothing come from this
but conquered goals and to do lists.
Checking off the fears I’ve faced,
I am all over the place.

Risky Business (A Poem)

It’s risky business
Falling in love
Electrical currents
Eyes lit up

The onrush of bliss brings
an ambush of sorrow
Wondering if it will last
Praying it will tomorrow

Such complicated feelings
For such a decidedly simple thing
Love conquers all
Even the fear that it first brings

My Hope For You This New Year (A Poem)

My hope for you this New Year

is forgiveness of yourself and others,

revival of what matters most,

relationships with friends and lovers.

My hope for you is motivation,

bigger dreams, and inspiration.

Realistic goals and follow through,

these things are my hope for you.

My hope for you this New Year

is healing what you’ve broken;

repairing, mending, letting go

of all apologies left unspoken.

I hope when you look back to where

 you were this time last year,

you’re in an entirely different place.

Your truest self is ever near.

I hope that you have grown and changed.

With open arms embrace the pain,

search for joy, and new love, too.

These things are my hope for you.

Pressure of New Year’s Eve (A Poem)

New Year’s Eve
It’s hard to believe
Has finally creeped up on us

Time ran out
From last December
We failed to do what we promised.

But the day has come
We can write anew
About all the things
We ought to see and do

Lights flashing
Music blasting
Midnight kisses
Dreams and wishes

12 O’Clock, the moment haunts us.
It’s safe to say the pressure’s on us.

The Many Faces of Christmas (A Poem)

Cold streets, winter nights

Warm windows, wrapped with lights

Loneliness and hands that freeze

Mistletoes and sparkling trees

Santa Clause finds some, not all

Some are at the Christmas Ball

While some are huddled close together

Under bridges, facing weather

Some are warm, by a fire

Some at stores, the constant buyer

Some in Church, singing praise

Some are gone, been so for days

As you join family and friends

Think of all the faces that Christmas lends

And don’t complain, whatever you do

There’s always someone who has it worse than you.

Sometimes (A Short Poem)

Sometimes I’m tired
Of being constantly inspired
But that’s just how I’m wired
A fire
Runs through me

An Artist’s Dilemma (A Poem)

I avoid writing like I would the plague.
I know once I start I can’t stop.
And all I want is a nice movie playing
But conduits are conduits, like it or not.

Am I making any sense to you?
Or am I writing for myself again?
Maybe if I just press this remote…
I’ll find a show to distract myself
And once I stop struggling, I float.

Burke: A Simple Man (A Poem)

Sometimes I want to be you,
Normal and simple.
Sometimes I wonder, Why me?

I’d like to watch TV
Or see friends after work
I’d like to drink warm tea
And laugh till it hurts

I grow rather tired
Of being constantly inspired
And I’d like to live with you
Someday, Burke.

Dating After Divorce – A Poem (From the Child’s Perspective)

My dad is dating again
She’s more than a friend
I know it by the light in his eyes

He asked if I’d meet her
But I don’t want to see her
She’s not my mother, surprise

He says he’s lonely
And rightfully so,
Nothing is lonelier
Than 30 years without hope

The worst kind of loneliness
while you’re not alone
But with the one you love most
And still nobody’s home.

I do want him happy
But who could possibly deserve him?
I feel protective
I mean, what if she hurts him?

I feel jealous
I want his love for me only
But then I feel sad
Because I don’t want him lonely

Too soon to meet her
Too soon, I say
But when does too soon
become a little too late?

“Whenever you’re ready.”
The questions I face
When is the time ever right
To meet your dad’s date?