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we were young once
in years – yes
but beyond that…
in ways you cannot quantify
a youth borne of possibility
maybes still on the horizon
with wide open eyes
taking chances…
for the sheer joy of doing
because of the challenge it represented…
the suspicion…
it had never before been tried
sufficient reason…Read More

Time
Is it time
I guess it’s time for me
to give you information you see
Because I don’t know how I was going to work this day
Everyday is not like yesterday
I know that you’re surprised
I decided to do this at this moment
Why
I write poems, I write stories, I write facts
When it hits me, I have to give it to you
You understand that…Read More

April 30th: LOVE at Last Bite

April 30th arrives
with teeth made of twilight.
Not sharp,
not cruel,
just precise,
the kind of bite
that ends a month
without drawing blood.

It is the moment
when April leans in,
slowly,
deliberately,
and takes its last bite
out of everything
you thought this month was.

A bite of memory,
a…Read More

Glass Houses and Crusaders

listen
I’m not angry
I know you mean well
but I need to set one thing straight
I don’t need anyone charging in
trying to save my day
swinging a shiny sword
astride a big white horse
not when I’m already taking action
I fight my own battles
mop my own damn floors
 
like that knight ever on a crusade
you…Read More

The Lurker and the Birthday That Won’t Die

April 29th begins with the quiet truth
that life is a lurker.
It hides behind doors,
peeks through curtains,
waits in the corners
where the light forgets to reach.

It watches you
with the patience
of something that knows
you’ll eventually turn around.

And then,
as if the day nee…Read More

Ignited

You threw the match on gasoline
It was always flammable
It’s stable if not bothered
You did it, though
You struck the match
Watch it light
Then threw it.

Did you doubt it would light?
Did you want to see if it was destructive?
You knew it was
The temperature is hotter the closer you get
I advise you to stay away
Let the…Read More

The Pull

There’s a gravity to you,
quiet, irresistible,
the kind that pulls
without touching.

But when you do touch,
the night folds around us
like silk caught in a fist.

Your voice at my ear
undoes me faster
than the heat of your mouth
on my shoulder.

I fall into wanting,
into you.

© 2025

???

I sit before you
Blank
Random thoughts
Incoherents sounds
Nothing
Absolutly
Empty

Candle lit
Shows shadow
Places to hide
Alone

What is happening
I do not understand
I’ve scaled walls before
Beaten away the void

I dont like this
Alone
My thoughts
Have jagged teeth
Tearing at me
I hold it back

I sit here b…Read More

Depends What Matters…

I don’t know if it’s a society thing…
or what
but this standard that directs us to follow a specified path
you meet…you marry…pop out a few kids
never forgetting the coveted white picket fence

I have a question…
what if that pattern…
isn’t really one size fits all…

I think of all the miserable…Read More

The House Where the World’s Bugs Gather

April 28th arrives
as an infested house,
a structure trembling
under the soft, relentless weight
of everything that crawls,
buzzes,
flutters,
or insists on existing
in the cracks of the world.

It is not one kind of bug.
It is all bugs,
every species the ending world
has ever whispered into b…Read More

Just Think

Walking in with a smile
Feeling light as if at this very moment was the best

Walking in with a frown
Feeling pulled down and weary as if gravity has a vendetta

A tune comes to mind
“Don’t worry be happy”

A tune comes to mind
“Everybody hurts”

Open the window
A beautiful butterfly fly in

Open the window
A…Read More

Unstable Faultlines and Explosive Boots

I saw him in the back of the room
a wide space between him and the crowd
no one acknowledged his presence
he was…a non-entity
it was a self-imposed exile
however unintended

I wanted to feel sorry for him
sipping his drink in silence
amidst all the gaiety and laughter
but I’d felt the brunt…Read More

April 27th – Down, Up, Along, As If Tomorrow Didn’t Exist

April 27th begins
down the stairs,
all the way long,
each step a small surrender,
each landing a brief negotiation
between gravity and will.

It is a descent
that feels older than you,
a movement inherited
from every fall
you’ve ever survived.

But the day does not stay low…Read More

Not the right time

I wandered into this strange land
The beauty I have discovered
With no one to hold my hand
Only a bag and cloak to cover

I did not expect to find
A place to call my own
I moved space and time
Wanting to find a home

Then I met you
My world became so small
All my world views
Mean nothing to me at all

If I…Read More

Break Out

do you exist in a cocoon…
locked up…buttoned down…
but never evolving?

or do you break out…
spread wings meant for flight
and soar into the night?

April 26th – Water, Dust, and the Space Between Us

April 26th returns
like a remote memory,
one of those pale, trembling ones
that no longer knows
if it belongs to you
or to the air around you.

It brings back
what it was
between the two of us,
not the words,
not the gestures,
not even the moments,
but the texture of it,
the faint…Read More

Silence

Sit in silence
Watch and observe
They tell you things that are unspoken
As they are speaking

Hidden truths
Covered in a blanket of lie’s
Design to confuse

Practiced smiles
Paired with dead eyes
You wait…

Wait to see what’s the hook
What’s the product
What’s the goal

There is only one purpose
When you approach…Read More

Reality of Now

we could spend our time talking
catching up on our day to day
going over little details
cover the minutiae

but that seems like such a waste
we have…right here
right now
no more than that
and who knows when you’ll be back

so let’s drop the illusion
that there’s any more time…
than…this

life offers no gu…Read More

The Day of Unbearable Truths

25th wakes up
with the taste of lies
still warm on its tongue.

Not grand lies,
not operatic betrayals,
but the small,
intimate ones,
the ones spoken softly,
the ones wrapped in promises,
the ones that sound like hope
until they don’t.

This is the day
when the month feels
an unbearable pain,
a b…Read More

Holding Hands

When they began
They held hands
They smiled
They illuminated the sky

Chairs were held
Giggles slipped freely
And the thought of
What base is a good one for this date

Time goes by
Rings were bought
Vows were said
In laws glare rivaling Spoke on star trek at Dr. McCoy

Every step in life taken
It was with a…Read More

Insidious

I’m willing to sacrifice myself
to prove the truth
of my words
of me

are you willing to do the same?

lies…
in time…
will be uncovered
and everyone will see

the scuttling
ear to ear
insidiously whispering
it will be seen

I have never changed

eventually they’ll know
and perhaps remember
but it will be too…Read More

The Louvre, the Funhouse, the Disco

April 24th arrives
already half‑forgotten,
like a dream you try to hold
but it keeps slipping
through the fingers of your mind.

It brings with it
a fading memory
of the main room
of the Louvre…
not the paintings,
not the tourists,
not the velvet ropes,
but the room itself:
its b…Read More

Hello Me
It has been a while
You reached a plateau
traveling many miles

What you failed to do
Is see what is occurring around you

Or you’re choosing not
Not to see
Not to hear
Not to “oh my” share??

Me this can not be
Your voice and thoughts need..need..

To be set free
Free from the confines
Of societies vines…Read More

F*ck the Game

anyone could tell you
I was never a raving beauty
even my family would agree

too many freckles
not enough oomph
that indefinable thing
(whatever it was)
that made other girls stunning

think of them as Barbies
and me…a paper doll
not much without all the added extras
and even they left details…Read More

The Multicolored Vision of an Impossible Insect

April 23rd opens its eyes
in multiple colors at once.
Not a spectrum,
not a rainbow,
but a fractured prism
held together by the trembling wings
of an insect
that should not exist
and yet insists on doing so.

This creature,
half mosquito,
half fly,
half something else…Read More

The Feather
A single solitary feather falls into my palm
I smile ,,,
This feather as light as it is
Made it possible to soar into the sky
To catch a current and glide
I smile ,,,
Knowing that even though I am grounded
My thoughts soar like a bird
It catches the perfect flow
I just glide

So on Facebook, I commented on someone’s thread her saying that Selena was buried in blue. I said I don’t know why people think it’s blue when it’s purple. They must be color blinded. The woman got mad and said I should do more research. So I then commented with lyrics.

So check this out….

IT’S PURPLE 💜 💜 💜

“Joalee, I looked long ago and…Read More

Not Really Mine…

as passion spills from my pen…
I show him what I’ve written
ask if I should share…
or keep it hidden

he quietly demures…
shakes his head and says…
he would not censure my words
that I own my verse

I smile and sigh
knowing the truth deep inside
without him…
these little love notes…
would not even be here

The Day That Remembers What You Forgot

April 22nd is more than a day.
It is a melody you almost recognize,
a Beatles’ song that never made the album,
a tune humming in the back of your skull
like a childhood you can’t quite place.

It plays faintly,
as if someone left a radio on
in another universe.
You catch fragments,
a cho…Read More

Hell

Deep down in the fiery pits of hell,
war has started, if you couldn’t tell.
The burning souls are screaming,
the demons’ eyes are gleaming,
they kneel down before the devil’s throne.

He’s the one of power, giving the commands,
for each he has the devious of plans.
The red-hot flames are prancing,
as the devil starts dancing…Read More

Thoughts

High expectations
Will never understand now
Will things ever change?

Shadow Haunting

don’t look at her
she’s not at her best just now
it isn’t the disheveled hair
or the worn out sweats she’s wearing
but if you study her appearance
you’ll see the struggle in her bearing

in the way her eyes slide sideways
a magnetic repulsion effect
slipping away from any chance meeting
guarded…
there’s no safety…Read More

April 21st – The Corner Where the Wind Recites Salt

April 21st is not before.
It is not after.
It is the day that stands sideways
to the rest of the month,
a hinge with no door,
a moment that refuses
to belong to time at all.

It hovers.
It waits.
It breathes in a rhythm
that does not match the world’s pulse.

Around the c…Read More

Some times

There are times when things should be said
Things should be done
It is met with silence

Then there are times things are done
Without thought
Automatically

Sometimes things are said because it is felt
Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back

But there is a sometimes

That trust is broken
A wound never…Read More

Just a Flesh Wound

just walk it off
how bad can it be?
if they have to ask…
they really don’t get it

April 20th, The Quiet Inheritance…

April 20th does not speak.
It enters the room
like someone carrying a secret
too heavy for language.

No greetings.
No warnings.
Just a presence,
dense, deliberate,
a stone placed gently
on the month’s trembling chest.

This is the day
that keeps itself in silence,
not out of fear,
not out o…Read More

Torn
It’s hard to turn away
Even the thought takes effort
Knowing that this..,
This thing between you and I
Well has no real end
There was a beginning
Way back when…

I should leave
I am the embodiment of the word toxic
I know my faults
My shortcomings
I know that…
Still, I cannot leave

This thing is like a bungie cord
I drop…Read More

Steadfast Flame

Do not tire, do not fade
your small light still guides the way.

Lift your hands, whisper your hope
let mercy fall where hearts are closed.

Breathe, and breathe again
grace softens stone
faith carries flame.

Rise each day
extend your hand
your devotion flows
into the unseen, the unheard
everlasting.

What Isn’t Heard

there’s a vastness…
you can’t even fathom…
a universe you can’t imagine…
within the realm of silence

stories untold
realities unexpected
contemplative reflection
pain unspoken

everything locked inside a vacuum
where the wall of it…
can hold someone hostage
a victim of their own thoughts

you can’t…Read More

Concordant Discord, Discordant Concord

April 19th wakes up
already arguing with itself.
It stretches, yawns,
and immediately disagrees
with the way the light enters the room.

But then,
in a twist only April could have invented,
it agrees
to disagree
as long as the disagreement
keeps agreeing
with the deeper, quieter truth
that…Read More

Peace not Granted

Oh come to me sacred peace
Unknowingly they participated
Volumes reaching levels unprecedented

Oh, come to me in sweet silence
For one more vowel of consonant spoken
I will meet the judge and jury

I see my end near…

Carried Away

neglected winds howled their fury
blowing through a door ajar…
startled…
she dropped to cower…
piercing chill burning
skating across thundering veins

sudden silence filled empty pockets
scoured sterile by the pain
tomorrow has no meaning
the past has gone away

frozen fists slowly opened 
letting go…
of…Read More

Complicated

When the night is still young

The moon has not fully come out to chase the sun away

My heartbeat begins a new rhythm

Smell of honey and cream in the air

Slow music played in the heat of seduction

Tonight I am prepared to treat you a cherished jewel

Not anyone will receive this

Your not just anyone and you know…Read More

Still Strolling…

it can’t be far away…
can it?
that elusive brighter tomorrow?
I’m not asking much…
just a warm spring day
maybe a chance of sprinkles
and a walk amongst nature’s glory
the cloying scent of honeysuckle gagging the senses
lilacs swaying in the breeze
birds in full choral exuberance
vibrantly budding trees
and a…Read More

The Star That Sneezes the World Apart

17th arrives
with no warning,
no prelude,
no gentle clearing of the throat.

It comes as a sneeze,
a sudden, violent expulsion
from the lungs of a star
too ancient to care
about the consequences.

One sharp burst of light,
one cosmic exhalation,
and everything nearby
is scorched into a…Read More

Four minutes left

Just like my words

Leaving me in my time of need

It does not matter what I do because the words wont come out

Two minutes left

I am done for and its for the best 

Its pressure on top of pressure

No more time….

Strolling Through Hope

I miss carefree days
…before smoke filled the air
and storms battered us left and right
(seems like now it’s a choice of extremes)
…before fear of walking in daylight
even worse at night
…before being forced to carry my papers
hoping they even give them a glance
because there’s money to be made…
in…Read More

My poetry is all in the picture … Sorry might have to read sideways

April 15½

Prayer for the Fake Middle of the Month.

Pray…
not to gods,
not to ghosts,
but to the middle
of this faking month,
this sagging spine of April
where the days begin to wobble
under their own weight.

Pray for the midpoint,
the lukewarm center,
the hinge where nothing happens
and everything threatens to.

Because…Read More

City Peace

The wind howls through my window

The fire truck siren blares down the street

The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound

The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards

Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.