The gun started cocking. I could hear the bullet Falling into place. I didn’t even cry Staring at the sky. I knew the sound When he was breaking boards; His angelic face. I smiled with the release of the trigger Thinking of him; The only thing I knew in death Was that it was love.
It has been said that chivalry is dead. Romance is for the hopeless- Some just felt impressions that felt like soul ties In transparencies of what our desires lead to When asking if crossing lines are worth the price- Like Helen watching the destruction. No stopping what would unfold In the quest for finding a connection-Continue reading “Helen Watching”
Stumbling head over heels in love with him. I didn’t know how to tell him and I got so shy. He was a stranger to me but he felt like an old friend. Someone I loved before I ever knew. I found myself often getting lost With the ideal- the person in my head. TheContinue reading “Stranger Ideas”
What if Jesus was a woman? Brown long hair and heart of justice. Do you think they would follow- Gather to share bread and fish? Hear the words speaking logic- Like when he said love your neighbor. Do you think they would crucify her- Like the mentally ill, the sick, the old, the colored- ForContinue reading “Dangerous Road”
No lines had been crossed. Just rather standing on the fence line. People can say a lot of things But it was innocent, Nor would I be made to feel bad About being honest about my own feelings. I wasn’t thirteen. I didn’t believe You could only love one person. Doing the right thing- RegardlessContinue reading “Crossed Strangers”