Poetry In My Head

Every movement
Every touch and taste and smell
Is waiting to be magicked

Transfigured into words
That dance and flow across a stanza
Into a poem

Yet here I sit-
Waiting for a page to load
So that I can write down the poetry waiting

In
My
Head

I Write..

I write what I know
What I feel
What I see
What I hear, touch, taste, sense-
And only that

I write of love-
When I feel love
I write of heartbreak-
When I feel heartbreak
I write of pain and sorrow and rejection-
When that is what I am given

When I feel nothing-
I don't stop writing
Because to write of nothing
Is to write of everything.

In The Shower

As the water pours down
Over my head
Down my shoulders
Across my back
To my feet

I reach my arms
Above my head
And run my purple painted
Finger nails
Through my hair

I sigh and wonder
How I got to this point,
How I'll change it
And if I'll ever grow up
And stop worrying
About how my life will be