Poems make the heart grow fonder.

As someone who loves to organize and reorganize, I've now started thinking that I want to completely change the order of my poetry volume. You know, right after getting it exactly how I wanted it before. The struggle is real. Anyways, I've been playing with free verse a bit more as of late. Enjoy?

Merlot
What tragedy,
Yearning for that
Which you cannot have.
It consumes
Your every thought,
Ensnares
Every waking minute,
Creeps
Into your blood
Like a fine wine,
Intoxicating
From the inside out -
Delightful
In moderation,
Toxic
At this degree.
To be drunk with want
Is to be as helpless,
Hopeless
As a lush;
Your addiction
To your desires,
To the ache -
It owns you.

Freckles
How envious I am
That the sun may kiss
Your porcelain skin
And forever change
How the world sees you.

To the One I Failed
Reminders of you flood my life,
And, though the wound is now a scar,
Maybe, if I could turn back time,
Before displays of gnashing teeth
Or the dark day I let you go...

Right now could hold a warm embrace,
A lifelong friendship that should be.
Most try to say it's not my fault,
But...all you know is that I left.
One day I hope you forget me.

Molly Jean

Hello, darling, dearest girl
With gray-blue eyes and hair so fine,
With a giddy laugh that warms the world,
With a blissful smile that gleams divine.

The distance spans three thousand miles,
So through screens and waves we watch you grow,
But when the day ends you're still his child,
And he loves you more than you could ever know.

My darling dear, please never doubt
You're forever loved by parents three.
You're the joy we all can't live without,
And what you become, we can't wait to see.

An anniversary sonnet.

Happy first Fancy Anniversary to my husband!

Pearls
How precious just a single second is,
More valuable than any shining gem,
When my hand gets to interlock with his -
And to think we've had a whole year of them!
Day in and day out our vows still ring true
Within my mind like a sweet melody,
Eternal words to prove that I love you,
You who accepts the best and worst of me.
Without promise a ring is just a ring;
Without future a day is just a day,
But with you each of those means everything,
So here's to years of breath taken away.
A dress, a tux, two rings on our fingers -
Cherished memory that forever lingers.

An eating disorder poem.

"Mia in the Mirror"

Mirror, mirror,

Lie to me;

I know I’m not

The Fairest.

Let me pinch and pout,

And just pretend

My thighs don’t touch,

My eyes shine brighter,

My skin’s not pale,

My hair is smoother,

My legs are longer,

My scars are gone,

My sides aren’t fat,

My head’s not crazy

For expecting perfection

In a human body –

As if it changes

My talents,

My morals,

My aspirations,

My worth

To be anything

But magazine beautiful.

If I were a skeleton,

With collar bones

And hip bones

And ribs protruding,

I’d be no happier,

No prettier,

No better;

I’d simply be

Nothing at all.

A poem lost then found.

The Tiger
How dare I find the strength to scream
And put my rage upon display -
Bare fangs and claws for all to see
Instead of cower down and pray?

And why shouldn't I be angry
When told how to be and talk and act?
Expected into submission;
Should be dainty and frail - and cracked.

So let me wear my scars as stripes
And let me house the rage I've earned.
Your disapproval spurs my fight,
Wills me watch all the world to burn.

On the things that inspire.

I think the biggest lesson I've learned as a writer is that I tend to find inspiration when I'm not looking for it. When I try too hard, that's when I get struck with writer's block.

I've recently started working more on my third novel - I posted the prologue to it on here a while back. I'd been lagging on it due to a lack of motivation and life taking over, but lately I've been finding inspiration in the political climate and the happenings across the world. Hate and oppression is a horrible thing, but when writing something about hate and oppression it becomes an unfortunate source of inspiration.

What else has been inspiring me lately that one wouldn't expect? My husband started teaching me the principles of Shaolin martial arts, and each style sends my mind reeling with potential short stories and poems inspired by their distinctions.

I guess the moral is not to try too hard to think of something to write about. Let the world inspire you. Let life happen. Until next time!

Always explaining my absence.

The honest truth is that I'm terrible at social networking. Sorry.

I haven't been writing very much lately. I've been told I have the beginnings of carpal tunnel syndrome (yes, already) and as such I've been trying to take it easy. And of course my favorite hobby is writing and my favorite workout is boxing. But I digress.

The ease is about to come to an end though. The current political climate and all that's going on in the fight for progressive rights nowadays has me inspired to work on the book I was already planning; I posted the prologue here earlier in the year. I should start churning out chapters soon. I love feeling motivated.

I've also been working on formatting and organizing my poetry volume. The problem I'm facing is that I need more poetry. How unfortunate.

In other news, two and a half straight weeks of thunderstorms is wearing thin. Sigh.

Hope all is well in your world!