I've Got Wings

I could fly away
from you,
but you clipped them, didn't you?
You want me
to be caged.
This is how you like me.
Flightless.
Without hope.
But they do grow back, you know.
These are the secondary feathers that have no blood vessels so you can't really hurt me or keep me
flightless.
I can still fly and I can still navigate and find my way
past you.
I can find
my way
home.

I Have All Kinds of Words

...that I can express
poetically,
or pathetically,
or with apathy.

Which of these would you like?

Conflagration

Inferno.
Firestorm.
This is what I feel
in my heart of hearts.
It burns
and consumes
and turns me to ash and then,

like a wave,
my emotions
break and beach
and wash over you
and drown you.

Push and pull- these are the
the tides of my emotions,
and the moon is the cause,
and I moon over you and it pushes and pulls the waters on the shores of
my pathetic, insignificant
little soul.

When I Look at You

I see love.
I see
beauty.

God, how I love you.
Such
warmth, strength, and loyalty.

It emanates from your soul.

You were meant for me,
and I,
was meant for you.

This love,
this love is
everlasting.  

I
will
love
you
always
and
forever.

Poetry is the
private musings of the soul;
the songs of the heart.