more modern stuff

I'm not going to say exactly when I wrote these poems, but sometime between 2010-present.

Face
where is that girl?
the one who wends
and weaves with words
it is absurd that
i do not know her now.
she has become
the other side of the mirror
                                       (that mirrored woman mocks me).

how dare she look so wise,
so young.
which one of me
am I?
how can she know
what i have forgotten?
She who is so brave
how can she show
what was coming?

Honest Words

writing with twisted wrists

wringing wrists together

try to rub a nickle and dime

fall down the consumer ladder.

writing twisted truths with wit

witty truths from twisted wrists

writing truths from whispered lips

writing honest through twisted quips.

the end.

goodnight!