I’m never sure how to start these, the blogs that are hardest to write. There is always so much to let go and you don’t know where to begin. I know we aren’t supposed to talk about these things. Social media has given us a way to show the world how perfect our lives are… Continue reading How the Truth Hurts
6 of 6: The Classic Crowded Room I’ll never forget the night I saw you With music all around I felt like I was drowning In a sea of boisterous faces passing through I was holding a glass of wine in my hand Staring at the floor Twisting and torn Between getting drunk or… Continue reading The Classic Crowded Room
5 of 6: Love Letters Oh, what a book of our time With x’s and o’s from my gregarious beau A show of true love’s paradigm Love, B. R. Wren
4 of 6: Last Kiss When you find the right one after kissing all the wrong You revel in knowing this is your final destination Your last kiss A taste you’ll master Curves, tenderness, taste buds, electricity All of it, concrete in your mind But then You have another kind of last kiss A kind… Continue reading Last Kiss
3 of 6: Salt My feet are bare, touching the waves My hands, gently pressed into the sand Searching into the distance for land far beyond my reach As if to hear you calling, I stand Like a ghost taunted by rumbling graves The sea almost crushing, pushing my frame Then sweeping me towards your… Continue reading Salt
2 of 6: Luggage Mine is pastel with a hint of maroon Yours, a deep blue with a patch of a moon Most are quite used for a fabulous trip But mine, like a child, is joined to my hip It will never get easy to leave you behind “This isn’t forever” I must bear… Continue reading Luggage
First poem I want to share is called: Care Package I can’t wait ‘til you’re home But since you’re away I’ve sent you a package To brighten your day There’s a teddy named Topher He’ll be dawning a vest Red and white with teal buttons And a heart on his chest There are bags of… Continue reading Care Package
