Spit Against the Wind

Don’t fight the feeling. Embrace emotions.

Face the pain. Feel the rain. Become

a warrior of life. Tap into your mental.

Life isn’t a rental. You own it. Show

your true colors. Be yourself. Don’t

pretend to be someone else. Help

yourself to this beautiful life. Buy

yourself flowers. Take April showers.

Rid yourself of the masks you wear.

Don’t care what others think. Sink

or swim. The rise and fall. Feel it

all. Don’t run away or escape. You

can be a hero without a cape. Face

your fears and embrace the tears.

Enjoy the struggle. Stand on the rubble.

How to; Write a Poem

Sit down. Close
Your eyes. Feel
Emotions wash
Over your soul.
Sit for a while.
Run a mile
In your mind.
Return to
Your body. Pick
Up your pen.
Then, lay down
Your journal.
Look internally,
Eternally. Let
Words flow
On the page.
Break free
From the cage
Causing you
Rage. Release
The pain inside
And find
That silver line
In each rhyme.
Rid yourself
Of the stress –
Put to rest
The weight
You carry
In your chest.
Write with no
End in sight.
Wrong or right,
Live a life
Worth writing
About before
Your pen’s ink
Runs out.

Her Island

She’s happy on her island.
She has made it her own.
She has more than shown.
Her love supplies the sky
with sunlight. Her eyes
see a life she wants: life
by the sea. Who can
blame her? She is free
on her island. The plants
are healthy. The animals
are healthy, too. She made
the island that way. Life
thrives on her island
and I wanted to visit.
I swam across the water.
I arrived. I looked around
to find her. Not after long,
I ran into a dog that led me
to her – to you. I found you.
I thank you for letting me
on your island. I will stay
for as long as you want me.
We can sit on the beach,
with the sea within reach.

Blue Rain

The blue rain came.
The sky spit and spat.
Raindrops drizzled
right in the middle
of a sun-shiny day.
The rain continued;
it kept coming –
as if God left
the faucet running –
and said “screw it;
learn to swim or
learn to grow
gills or fins.”
The blue rain sang
and said: “hello” –
before washing away
another bad day.

The Deep End

I’ll never forget how to swim.

I’ll never forget this water I’m in.

Drifting away, I lost sight of the shore.

All night and day, I swim some more.

Powerful waves push me around.

I’ll do anything to not sink down.

As a kid, my feet touched the ground.

As an adult, I hear a different sound.

Bobbing up and down, I drift away.

Impossible to be found, I swim all day.

In a matter of years, this water got deeper.

This open water is a natural peace keeper.

I paddle through wakes for my own sake

as I swim to the deep end to meet my fate.