Yep, I’m an INFJ — an antisocial butterfly and the most hugging, loving
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
Metre
do not watch too closely
cogs in the wheel of time —
observe their passing as
the rhythm of a poem —
not clicks of the abacus
Discomforts
We are creatures trapped in culture.
Man vs Nature
Human nature is just about the only nature some people experience.
Consenses
All we experience is reality filtered with self.
Why does it hurt?
My heart aches love for you.
Becoming
Decorate yourself from the inside out.
Midwinter’s day
Halfway in — this loveliness called Winter, so soon — and halfway out, already.
Dry Fog of Oblivion
after seven years of severe perimenopause
i am 95% no longer the person i used to be
and don’t even feel like a woman anymore
just a meltdown mutant shellshocked blob
of stress, desiccation, emotion, exhaustion
Let’s have six
just 1 dance
just 1 kiss
just 1 brush
against my lips
2 brown eyes
gazing into mine
2 strong arms
holding me tight
3 little words
whispered in my ear
a little 4 play
5 minutes or so
the rest of the calculation
I’m sure you know!
Chatterbox
Prose is poetry that can’t stop talking.
Envenom
Lessons from jealousy and anger: sometimes the
Remains
Healing from grief is allowing the courage and purpose within you and the love someone else left you, to merge and create a new sense of being.