Fate ~ Poetry

Fate is a whisper soft yet strong
A river that pulls us both steady and long
There is no map to follow
No straight path so clear
Yet step by step it draws us both near
It weaves like thread through time’s soft embrace
A force unseen yet full of lifes grace
It bends our will yet still sets us free
A paradox a sweet destiny
We chase
We fight
We beg
We pray
Yet fate will lead us along the way
For what is meant will find its place
In perfect time
In perfect space

Gifted ~ Poetry

You are such a rare find

Like stumbling upon a hidden treasure while rummaging through a thrift store

The kind of gem that when I bring it to the counter the clerk eyes suspiciously

Secretly wishing they had found it first

I keep coming back here

Drawn in like a visitor to a breathtaking park

Captivated by the beauty of Sakari

Lingering just to admire the scenery

~ Poetry

Addicted to Depression ~ By Sakari

I just have to keep talking to myself
Since I can’t talk to you
Pick myself up
Since my insecurities are too heavy
I keep talking to myself
Conversations about you
Girl smiling, on the outside of my rainy dreams
I still can’t say, I’m in a nightmare

I’m addicted to depression
I know my sadness can be cared for.
Addicted to finally crying
Because lately, it’s been too hard to do
I’m addicted to negative motivations
A reason for my isolation
Name someone that you’ve cared for
I bet you, they’ve never not had you

~ Sakari

I wish I could take credit for this beautiful piece, link below for Sakari’s page. He has soooooooo many deeply emotional micro poems. I went down the rabbit hole and got lost on his page for about 90 minutes!

The Will To Succeed: 2/2/25

(Poem)My Fantasy Love

Lost Girls ~ Part 1

The fluorescent lights hum, casting a sickly glow over the room. It’s time for group.
The nurse enters, her presence slicing through the silence like a blade. She nudges my arm, feeling for life, pressing two fingers against my pulse. She’s been doing this every fifteen minutes—like she’s waiting for me to flatline. Maybe she is.
I crack open my eyes. The world is a dull smear, pulsing with nausea. Clonidine trickles through my veins, a weak whisper of relief. I’d trade it for half a dozen Xanax and a few bags of heroin that would put me out for good. But no, this place isn’t in the business of peace. It’s in the business of keeping bodies breathing in the godforsaken detox.

My stomach clenches, a fire burning deep in my gut. King Kong himself is wringing me out, twisting, squeezing, punishing. I want out. I need out. But I can’t move. Not to piss, not to shower, not even to eat. Fuck food. Fuck life. And fuck this nurse who keeps telling me it’s time for group.

I hate her. I hate her clean uniform. I hate the way she stands over me, all fresh-faced and functioning. She has a job, a car, a future. I have a cot in detox and a death sentence waiting on the other side of the door.
What does she know? She clocks in every day and watches junkies disintegrate in real-time. She goes home, eats her picture-perfect dinner, lobster or lamb, no doubt, while we curl up on stained mattresses, praying for our next fix. What has she ever lost?
She knows me. She’s seen me here before, seen me strung out and pathetic. Worse, she’s seen me out there, on the streets, in the alleys, in the places no one should ever be seen. Shame should swallow me whole, but it doesn’t. There’s only rage.
She speaks. “Tamika, it’s time for group. You know the routine.”
My skin burns. My blood curdles.
“My fuckin’ name is not Tamika!” I snarl. “It’s Tam-MICK-A. Tammica, lady!”
She blinks, then corrects herself with slow, deliberate sarcasm. “Okay… Tam-MICK-A.” Too much attitude. Way too much.

Something snaps. I gather what little strength I have left and throw it at her with all the force of my broken body. My voice cracks as I yell, but I don’t care. I want her gone. I want her to hurt.
She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t waver. She’s already moving to the next half-dead body.
I collapse back onto the mattress, chest rising, falling, trembling. I am an animal. I have become an animal.
Half a day. That’s all it’s been. Seven days of shooting dope and swallowing pills, only to land right back here.
The door closes. The world fades. Sleep beckons, and I take it.

Because only the devil knows what the night will bring.

Hello March ~Poetry

Goodbye February cold and gray
Your frosty winds now drift away
The days grow bright the nights grow thin
March steps up and lets light in
The ice will crack the rivers flow
Soft green sprouts begin to show
The birds return their songs take flight
Chasing off the lonely night
Farewell winter your time is done
March has come with warmth and sun
A brand-new season fresh and free
Springtime whispers
Coming soon you’ll see!

I Once Had A Heart ~ Poetry

I once had a heart so tender so true
It beat like the dawn in a sky painted blue
It whispered in love it thundered in pain
It danced in the sunlight it wept in the rain

I once had a heart so open so wide
It carried the world with no need to hide
It trusted too deeply it gave without fear
Yet time turned its warmth into something unclear

I once had a heart now quiet and cold
Worn down by the stories
Too heavy to hold
The echoes of laughter still linger inside
But shadows now gather where hope used to hide

I once had a heart perhaps it still beats
Lost in the rhythm of time’s endless streets
Or maybe it’s waiting just out of sight
To love once again in the soft morning light

The Forest ~ Poetry

Love me past the withered leaves
Where autumn sighs and sorrow grieves
Let the rain dissolve the past
Drench the echoes reverse the glass
Let the sun ignite the dawn
Melt the frost where nights have drawn
Paint the sky in golden seams
Stitch the light through broken dreams
And tomorrow we’ll sprout just like a tree
We shall rise where roots run deep
Once a seed in stormwinds thrown
Now a forest we’re both full blown
Loves the forest and we’re the trees
And in the forest we’ll never leave

Belly of the Beast ~ Poetry

You’ve swallowed me whole
I’ve been drowning in your juices
I pray you throw me a life raft
When you forget that I’m still in your belly
~~~
Spit me out gently and pull me ashore
For I can’t keep drowning
I can’t take lovin’ you no more

Cupid ~ Poetry

Beneath the veil of velvet sky
He watches with a glassy eye
Not soft
Not sweet
Not kind
Nor fair
But hollow-boned and void of care
His arrows drip with blackened blight
Each strike a curse each kiss a bite
Not love but ruin raw and deep
A vow of pain you’ll swear to keep
He lingers where the lovers go
To paint the sheets with crimson woe
A hand to touch a heart to flay
His love is flesh he peels away
No whispered words no gentle trust
Just ribs that crack and hearts that rust
For once he aims you can’t deny
His love is death
Till the grave we die

Fall With Me – Poetry

Don’t be afraid

I know it’s scary

I won’t hurt you

I promise

I gotchu’

All of you

On my soul

Fall with me