Inked

The angels will sleep in beds of rose petals

You may have closed your eyes forever
But you are not gone
Rest in Peace
Uncle, son, father, brother.
Two years I knew you
But I do not remember you
Well
I’m told about you
And tears are still shed.
A forwarded text message
That’s all it took
And our minds are made up
April will come soon
I can’t wait.
In loving memory of you
We ink our skin
Two roses for the years I knew you
A sleeping angel for that’s what you’ve become
Peacefully dreaming of us
You’ll be in our hearts and on our skin forever

The Last Touch

I bare my soul
My breath lingers
I contain all my fears
My emotions flood my face
I force myself to speak
My skin is flushed with heat
I go to mend my reopened wounds
My heart slams in my chest
I taste the falling tears streaming down my cheeks
My body trembles
I unfasten and spill like water
Good Bye.

I’m Sorry, but this is Me

I’m Sorry I’m moody, it’s the women in me

I’m Sorry I’m bossy, it’s the mother in me
I’m Sorry I’m stubborn, it’s the Taurus in me
I’m Sorry I’m too grown up; it’s the oldest child in me
I’m Sorry I’m a cuddlier, it’s the lover in me
I’m Sorry I’m open, and want you to be
I’m Sorry I’m caring
I’m Sorry I’m not perfect
I’m Sorry I care what people think
But I’m not sorry that I love you
Or
That you love me with all my faults

First Kiss

It’s dark out side,

You’re all dressed up coming home,
After your big night out,
At your side the whole time,
Minutes pass by,
You breathe in,
You breathe out,
The butterflies swirl around,
Palms all wet,
Anticipation overwhelms you.
Looking at you, mouth opening,
Is this it, will it happen this time?
Your heart ticks with the sound of the motor,
The music booms in your ears,
Your lungs swell till they hurt,
YES! The words were spoken,
You whisper under your breath and shake your head.
Closing your eyes
It seems like forever
Then wet and warm
Then gone?
What? Wait!
What seemed to take hours to happen
Is over in a second
Hand in hand sitting in silence
Savoring, relaxing from, remembering
That First Kiss.

You’re with me, Yet I miss you.

I used to see you for seven hours

Almost every day
For nine months.
Then our days were limited
But you were at my side each night.
During the day I worked,
And you did who knew what at the house.
But you were there each night upon my return
Met with open arms.
For those few hours
You were completely and totally mine.
Sitting watching TV and talking
Until the darkness of sleep claimed us.
So soon summer came to its end
And I, unlike you, returned to halls so crowed
Yet empty.
Empty of your voice,
Of you smell,
Of your touch.
Last year was your last
Yet I remain for one more.
Your love is with me, it’s on my hand
Yet the space between us grows each day.
It’s been months since I’ve last seen you,
Weeks since I’ve heard you’re voice,
And days since I’ve talked to you.
In the past six months
Since my confinement
Back to these walls
I’ve seen you three times
And each time I feel joy followed by sadness.
Joy for the fragile time we have,
Joy of your kiss,
Joy for your strength.
Then
The sadness.
Sadness for I know this time is only temporary,
Sadness for I’m already anticipating good bye,
Sadness for the fact you’re here with me, yet I miss you.
Four months,
That how much longer I have to miss you;
Four months and I’m free
From this confinement
That keeps me from you.

In The Rafters

In the rafters

Are things misplaced,
Old secrets and stories, long forgotten,
Covered in dust, hidden from sight,
Awaiting the day to find new light.

Put to rest by saddened minds,
With loved ones lost, they mutter good byes,
The door slammed shut and darkness falls,
Remaining forgotten like a sunken ship,
Years pass, seconds tick.

Layer after layer, web after web,
For faded dreams, these things they weep,
Finally drained they fall asleep,
Still and dormant they lay in wait,
For their hope to shine through this darkened space.

One day a sound, the creaking of wood,
A flood of light oh it blinds,
Secrets unveiled, stories now known, life starts over, that’s what we’re told
Captured by loss put them in darkness and in the end set them free.
In the rafters, these things, they’re waiting for me.

I’m a woman of many things

I'm a Butterfly women
I’m a Cat woman
I’m a Cherry Blossom woman
I’m a Country woman
I’m a Dodge woman
I’m an Emotional woman
I’m an Emerald woman
I’m a Family woman
I’m a Fire woman
I’m a Fragile woman
I'm a Jeans woman
I’m a Kind woman
I’m a Know what I want woman
I’m a Lilac woman
I'm a Lipstick woman
I’m a Lizard woman
I’m a Loving woman
I’m Mending woman
I’m a Moody woman
I’m a Nature woman
I’m an Outspoken woman
I’m a Pride woman
I’m a Rebel woman
I’m a Rose woman
I’m a Snake woman
I’m a Stubborn woman
I’m a Tame woman
I’m a Tough woman
I'm a Up North woman
I’m a Wild woman