I speak, but a strangers voice comes out. I,

Am trapped in a world in which I don’t,

Feel that I belong.

I feel like an alien here.

Questions linger, unanswered and

Heavy is the heart that carries doubt, I'm

A soul adrift on turbulent seas, not

Convinced that this skin fits me well....

It’s crazy

How much I remember

But it’s all there

I remember your lips

The shape of them

How soft they always were

I remember your smile

Cocky, with a smirk at the end

I remember how you smelled

Intoxicating, overwhelming

I remember how you made my heart race

Pounding out of my chest, skipping beats

Whenever you would look at me

I remember your eyes

Blue and beautiful

So easy to get lost in

I didn...

To spot a golden tove

Out far by the sea green wabes

With sweat and dirt from the borogroves

And feet blistering from prickly mome raths

Is a special thing my son

Guide books can’t capture the toves manxome foes

Jub jubs, Bandersnatches and Jabberwocks

Their icy stares, vicious snarls, snicker-snack

Of their beating wings, so stand in thought

By the TumTum tree and take stock

Of what you see...

She shined so bright and majestically

With a generosity that knew no limit

Hospitality wielded unapologetically

A boundless love that was far from timid

Yet I never really got to know her

Saw only a fraction of who she was

Like a rich man to his chauffeur

She fought, but I never knew her cause

How much she loved me now pains me

A priceless gift taken for granted

Sacrifice neglected by it...

To lose yourself is to lose a sense of “I,”

To mix a lot of what you think you like

With what you think will be the next big

Thing, to trade “yeses” for “buts;”

To strive to be popular and

Well-thought-of, you give away your “I;”

But you will learn that—over time—you cannot

Convince yourself, sir, that you must lie....

At such a time as this

First, we must turn away

We need not engage

Don't imitate their poisoned gossip

Answer trouble with tact

Credit: Professional Spanish Knocks on the Door by Elisabet Velasquez...

(Referencing the first nine words of my favorite Emily Dickinson poem)

Into the void again! And I'm

So certain I am nobody

So certain none will ask me who

I am or what I want. There are

A million somebodies for you

To waste your time with. We are -

Us nobodies, I mean - no use to you.

You know it, when you meet a nobody

And if you don’t, then you might be one, too....

(The poem I used was one of my faves! Deaths by Pedro Salinas)

The dawn rises in search of you

and all the nights you’ve shed

Your

presence is a choir of leaves

gyrating slowly

with pointed toes, arched in

the

ever-shifting face

I’ve come to dream of

One by one

you surrender leaves to winter

Your

calibrachoa smile

Your

black tupelo eyes

The

vibrant canopies of color

And all of

y...

“So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day

Nothing gold can stay”

When Innocence was so

Lost in the Garden of Eden

The sun of youth sank

Below the horizon of hope to

A sky draped in grief

A future so

Uncertain cannot promise dawn

Yet so it goes

Onward and upward and down

In search of something to

Give meaning to the day

And if it comes to nothing

The sun’s gold

Light can

Fade but let inn...

I still hate him; he was all take, I was all give,

As he found himself, I drifted apart from me,

I was desperate. I thought I needed a

Male.

So I dissected a corpse,

And realised what had I been waiting for?

I was desperate. I needed a....

...I don’t know...something to achieve in the long run, and it was long,

I became a doctor. It was long, slow,

But I did it. And celebrated with a trip...