Who Gave You the Right to Procreate?

I almost cried at work tonight! There are few things that penetrate my cold hard exterior that I’ve built in order to do my job. Few things make me feel, makes me think, few things. I met a baby tonight, one who had just begun to live and was almost ready to die. The mommy…

Grieve for you

My girlfriend lost her baby a few years ago… I didn’t speak to her for two weeks… She recently had a loss in the family… I sent her a message, expressed my condolence and didn’t speak to her for ten days! I missed her, ached at the pain she probably felt.i just couldn’t help. I…

All The Things wrong with me

Had a rough night with the baby last night… Didn’t sleep till two Am, then she was up at 3:30. Here goes nothing. I’m tired of being tired Piling my feelings into big black bags of nothing Pretending they don’t exist Pretending for you that I’m ok. I’m tired of being Exhausted Pinning my poetry…

Make Love To Me

So I’m still in my postpartum depressive mood, I must say that coming back to WordPress and my blog has really helped a lot, and I’m so much happier, not as miserable and very approachable… So newest poem. It’s strange That I can’t remember how your touch feels Or the thrill of watching you undress,…

Obsessed with Marriage

When I was younger, after growing up in a home where my parents ( dad and stepmom) weren’t very happy, I swore that marriage would be the very last resort for me. Fast forward a few boyfriends, a seven year old drama queen, a newborn, bills, taxes and life later, I think that I have…

Life can be so unfair and we can be so pathetic

I’m sick to my stomach And I’m almost starting to complain about the unfair, one-sided nature of life I’m knee deep in strips again Testing And wiping And pissing on yet another miserable strip of plastic and paper. And I already know the answer, In my mind I think you’re the problem! Due to your…

The Day After Today

Its quiet now, This time of night When creepy crawlies go to bed and Even the restless have to call it quits. Nothing to disturb me But the whirling sounds of machinery and nature On every other night, dreams stalk me, Reminding me of days When demons and angels were very real; standing guard tormenting…

Time is Passing

times passing  as i lay cooped up in this bed, with only seven more months to go i cant help staring at the walls the floor, a book and my feet. boredom has begun to set in  as i lay in the cotton cavern of hope praying that i can make magic… not the illusion …