Flaw

Impulse
A gift and curse of the mind 
I’m my own best friend 
worst enemy at the same time
I push 
prod
until
I give myself up 
let the courage take over
Drastic actions take place
of the rational mind 
I force the jump 
not ready for impact
The blind 
outcome
Time
is too short
I cannot find
the ways to make sense
of patience
Kind 
is no reward
of the chances I take
The result in my mind
Is all that makes
These types of pines
lay rest 
the urge of impulse 
of the mind.

Letting Go

Crying is exhausting
I’ve never been much of one
a cryer
I remember why
The wave of emotion comes
Fear of not stopping
I squeeze to hold onto the pour
until it’s gone
I couldn’t control this one
letting the pain flow
I was too low
not to let go
Anger leads to regret 
next instinct
Run
It’s the one 
I like best
Run to my peace 
It’s waiting for me on the other side of time 
My heavy feet 
has grown roots into the earth 
I must adjust
for this season
of time
mine is one to learn
I burn 
for the chance to show
that my roots are strong
For when the next one comes along 
he has the strength to hold on
As my peace grows
Slowly he will wait
Love
take the care 
that is needed to stay 
and create the whole 
I lost in the beginning
of this cry.

Bar Thoughts

This is the time
When I feel the
Empty
I sit
Surrounded by surroundings
the fullness
of companies
The whispers
Waiters waiting
bouts of laughter
loud and unwavering
I sit
surrounded by
liquids of senses
treats of waiting
I want
I want
the want of waiting
Words from caring
Beginnings of ends
Worthy nights
Early morning arms
Tight grips
From him
waiting

Pause

The flame burns hot
the color blue.
The heart beats rapid
vibrating
drum like with no room for any other sound
The restraint needed to
keep emotion from eruption is
fleeting
Pause
Until the heat subsides
I know no other obsession
Like a mother’s.
Child grows
you let go.
You watch as child is judged
Praised
Celebrated
Questioned Ridiculed
The want
to cover them
Protect
Fight
Pause
You are in no control
As you are not of a heart beat
You’ve given
Wondering if it is enough
To prepare them for what is to come
Fear of falling short is
Pause
You must know that they are everything
The strength that’s instilled
was placed by you
Because of you
They will be praised
Celebrated
Judged
Questioned Ridiculed
they are free.
Pause