De Rossi

Blond tendrils hang loosely.
She sees a monster.
Broken beauty trapped in barbwire.
Why remain unseen,
while so many love to gaze?

self made

Guilty conscious
tie it up.
Learned early on
to make my own luck.
I swam, didn't drown
as you doubletake.
Don't need you to clean
the messes I make.
I'm here cause of me
and will continue to be,
more than you credit
or admit that you see.

verses

Several red roses
repeat what you say.
A thousand white dresses
can't take that away.
Middrift for the season,
to see what has grown.
Finally seeing
what I should've known.

beautiful one

Unexpected child
what have you got
Hoping you can be
all that I'm not
We dodge bullets,
kneel to block bombs
All I ever wanted
was to just be your mom

storm

The drops violently hit the surface of the lake.
"She has man hands," I say. You look away smirking.
Your lack of reaction is annoying.
Electric goes out for 30 seconds.......and we wait.
I'm bored.
What were we talking about again?
It all blurs together anymore.

Naturally

Crunching green
beneath my heels,
reminded me once more
of old feelings.
Shadows try
but can't reappear.
Winds they blow
but I'll remain here.
Sturdy trees see damage,
yet stand stronger for it.
Like that smoke grey boulder,
I stay here,
firmly planted
here in the fertile ground.

Dolly

Purple doll,
your face remains the same.
I pull your hair
and you won't cry.
I pull your arm off
and you don't die.
Purple doll,
you're not fun anymore.
I threw you out
only to find you on my bed.

selfish babble

I know what I do.
I know who I hurt,
and who I save.
Consciously I reach out now,
whether you want me to or not.
I know what I have done,
I can't pretend to be blind anymore.
I see the beginning
and I'm dying to write your story.
I see my own end
and am comfortable with that.
Always looking for a destination,
I never took in the scenery.
Always looking for perfection,
I could never tell what you saw in me.

Blindside

Yes, I saw you there.
Selfishly I stared past you
at my reflection in the mirror.
I wanted change,
To change you,
to change myself,
into something worth showing.
I was the same as always,
nothing to be proud of.
I didn't care,
I didn't apologize.
I deserved nothing
and that's all I saw.
Through this fog,
huge hands offered a gift.
So afraid I now open my hands,
hoping I'm worthy of receiving.

wandering....

I sadly searched the forest for years,
looking for a sturdy tree to lean on.
One that is able to withstand
my multiple hurricane winds without damage.
This one may bend and sway,
but must remain rooted and never snap.
Withstand my storms and I promise
to introduce sunshine worth stretchin your limbs.

You Left These

Matchbooks are all that remain.
The wind whisked you away,
yet I can't be angry.
I prayed for the rain
and was given plenty.
I dry things up the best I can,
but your matchbooks are ruined.
Things that mattered seem so dumb now,
yet daily I pray for more downpours.

Seems like forever I have been climbing,
my blisters break yet I continue.
As my footholds loosen and my feet flutter,
I remember why I must continue.
Pulling myself onto flat ground
with my last bit of strength,
I breathe out in relief.
You dust me off and give me water,
promising next time I get to choose the mountain.