atlanta poet

Amongst the menagerie of bigots
And pretentious derelicts
There was one that stood out
Copious with beauty and intellect
Seraph like and had the sweetest smile
But talked as Caligula would
She slowly but surely had me
But where I stand was never quite understood
An aesthete in my eyes
I was admonished otherwise
But I took their words as malign
And it soon led me to my demise
You see she didn’t show me
The ardor that I need
So like the bumblebee I catch wind
And drift to the other wallflowers in the lea
—  Routine

for all the times we laid in the bed
beside our burdens
tongue tied, 
for no words could take the cold off our shoulder
for how you hollowed my insides
shooting blanks…
couldn’t fill me with love
I’d like a new body with no remembrance of you 

eMinor

You wake up to live
Not cliché, live through the day
no matter, with wonder for what it offers
You wake up to love,
forgetting pain from the night before,
forging gladness and merriment with the moment
So many stars fell from the sky yesterday, to pass on to glory, yet
The sun didn’t malinger, no more should you
It is time to wake up
and be alive in your one precious life
Not cliché, give throughout the day, with intention
the gift of you to give

eMinor

I still feel a great deal. But
I don’t pray for Him to take the bitter cup 
from me, I drink.
Dredge and all
Because I’ve learned how important 
it is. To drink from misery;
It is the harmony of a light head
and heavy heart 
that drags our impatient body to
an abiding sobriety

eMinor

You live.
through. You live. in. 
You live. without them. You live.
You live when it swings in your favor.
You live when it goes against you. shit happens.
anyway. You live. You wake up and live. You can.
moment by moment. day by day. dried up tears, forced laugh, open eyes, full heart. rest. breath. live. You keep living!
—  eMinor