She was going out with a firefighter, but he burned more than he put out. He said I’m done. She said, love, you said I was your one? Later on that day. She found out she got a baby on the way. So she calls up her momma and says what do I do. IContinue reading “Momma Sunshine and her Son Starlight”
Author Archives: Silent Singer
Hated girl within the mirror
Hated girlwithin the mirrorher hair too blondeAnd breasts too smallHer face so sullen Emaciated figurineStaring back into the darknesswondering at the sight of thee. Where is your love for her? God gave you her body to protect and love. Yet, you tear her limb from limb? You try to kill her energy. An infection toContinue reading “Hated girl within the mirror”
A prayer for a blog
A Book Of Poems, Prayers, And PainTestimony Without Last name Elements Seen And HeardSome Days Feeling Much, And Some Days Numb.One Day let this blog be a book for The Broken-HeartedLet This Pain, These Petals, This Rain, thorns, lyrics and Quizzical Psalms Sing For Themselves.Nameless And Maybe Among these Scribbles And Stray Notes. You mayContinue reading “A prayer for a blog”
Court was worse than rape
I don’t understand why the prosecutor has to make you feel guilty in the cross examination. All they could do was a protection order. Our lawyers settled on this but then when he found out he wasn’t allowed to buy firearms in the area I was living he became irate. I don’t understand why aContinue reading “Court was worse than rape”
Dusty Roads
I’m driving down these dusty roads and I can’t seem to find you/ I’m driving down these dusty roads and I cant seem to find you. They say God lends us people for a reason for a season but I never wanted you to go. So I’m driving down these dusty roads just reaching forContinue reading “Dusty Roads”
Sobrino
My sister almost died in childbirth. But you? You are a blessing? Why. . . You never seem to cry! You smiles center her whole world. You bring laughter to her lips, light to her eyes. Valentine, so beloved. You brought love back to her life. I’m thankful my dear nephew, for the blessing thatContinue reading “Sobrino”
Too much
Too much. Yet never enough. Too hyper, but I drag myself out of bedToo kind, but not enough to stay. Too religious but not enough. Too much, too much too much to wait around for. Too much to stay for. Not kind enough. Yet I keep trying too much So I think I’ll stop talkingContinue reading “Too much”
She said you’re enough
I said to my friend. I’m sorry I speak too fast. Tell me to shut up. I won’t be offended. She said I like your voice. You break the silence and your my good friend. I said to my friend. I’m sorry I’m bossy. She said I love your guidance. I said to my friend.Continue reading “She said you’re enough”
Baptism without the rain
Welcome to New Mexico Now you may think that it’s dusty You may not notice it’s beauty at first But I hope dear friend after we spent so much time in the cold together that you can also see the beauty beyond snow in these dry landsCertain people think that the desert is always aContinue reading “Baptism without the rain”
Rules for false love and amicable friendships or rules of survival under duress
1. Feign submission at all times until power and distance can be firmly attained2. Speak thoughts in silence and untoned; pray away the violence of others 3. Remember past grievances 4. Beware your confidants5. Conceal wealth and wisdom6, Gaurd against green eyes7. Garner emotions for other activities9. Never fall prey to men or to bloodlinesContinue reading “Rules for false love and amicable friendships or rules of survival under duress”
Fade Away
Ocean are you sad when the fish and sailors leave? Do you miss the creatures that have left your soft embrace? Are there messengers you wish hadn’t come into your mist? How does it feel to fade away? Can you ever wash their memories away?
Little fallen Angel
Little fallen Angel. She crashed into the ground. Her wings were made of glitter but they’re bloodied, an’ blistered now. Brilliantly disastrous she burns with her own might. Her light it rages hateful. Her life a vibrant crash. She died before she lived. No kids too carry on her name. No marks within the hallContinue reading “Little fallen Angel”
Interpretations of translations
When my mind is blue…. I paint lilies with the dew. In the chaos of my heart, I draw songs out of the midst. Resonant and resounding. Upon my aged young face, I place sparkles upon the creases of each line. In my profound loneliness I’ve found consolation in poems. Ive learned to see patternsContinue reading “Interpretations of translations”
How much will you take from me?
God, you have graciously given me so muchBut these past two years- I’ve averaged a broken a bone per year. I broke my ankle, it healed and then I broke my arm. It healed and then a stranger raped me. I have lost my voice so many times: When I found my voice again aContinue reading “How much will you take from me?”
You did not change me
I will not change for you. No. I will wear my dress no longer. No. I will not love softer nor harsher. No I will live this live with joy and love. You can harm my body but God always heals my soul. You can steal my body for a night. You can steal myContinue reading “You did not change me”
Moths and Moonlight
I grabbed my two suitcases and two personal bags and at 3am, I headed to the airport to begin my new life in Texas. Just as I threw my bags in the backseat and my guitar to the side, a mariposa Bruxa or perhaps a polia scattered across my front porch and into the Uber.Continue reading “Moths and Moonlight”
The Tiger and the Olive Trees
The tiger grabbed the olive branchAnd bruised across the ground. Its leaves were hanging down. Now the olive trees don’t grow near tigers keen. They spread their seeds with the wind.They don’t remember the reason only the feeling of being pushed against the dust. Forgiveness has settled from a distance. But the memory remains insideContinue reading “The Tiger and the Olive Trees”
Still Sea
Still seas. The water broke in white waves at my feet. It pooled around my hands while coral and barnacles pricked my toes. Little hermits clung to the rocks with loyalty. The turbulence within me . . . the sea stilled by the skies and waves breaking upon me. Upon my breasts, upon my feet.Continue reading “Still Sea”
Children’s Poem: Leaves Lost and Hair Cuts
“Oh my!” said Crystal to the trees. “Why did you lose your leaves?! I love your locks of spanish moss. I like your auburn colors, pines and spurs! Now, tell me why. Why did you cut your hair?”And so the trees replied: There’s seasons we grow through. There’s very few parts of our bodies weContinue reading “Children’s Poem: Leaves Lost and Hair Cuts”
O’hare
Some people think you can only have one home. But I think you can have many Places are fragments that become embodied in you. The physicality materiality and spirituality of places always remains in your blood. Its not just what you eat, but who you love and where you breathe that resides within you. YouContinue reading “O’hare”
The onset of sunset
The southern winds blow through the bluebells beside the creek. The onset of sunset arises to greet the lilting lake. While Aside the street, the dust of spanish moss falls soft on fallow fields; fallen red speckles hidden in their caresses Blazing star blooms dense beside the swampland highways And the twinkle of chimes fallsContinue reading “The onset of sunset”
Prayer for Fallow Fields
God, please give us peace. Have compassion and grace on these half empty hands. All we need is your love. In these seasons of loneliness Help us find rest. Show us how to love more clearly, more freely. Our heads full of tears And dormant seeds Rest faltering hearts Rest fearful head The time forContinue reading “Prayer for Fallow Fields”
Shooting Star
My father said I am like a shooting star. I come quickly from afar. And with a flash of fire and a swish of sounds. I just as quickly leave. Colliding into peopleI crash into my dreams How much damage do I causeSpeeding through the seas? My father says I am a shooting star AndContinue reading “Shooting Star”
The Unsilent
The Silent House is never silent.The wind rustles blindsThe fan humsWhile in the chapel moths flap their flurried wings.The blood sounds rushing in your veins. The stairs creak and always something cracks or bends in the pipes. The papers swishHer hair brushesThe swallowing of air as it is intakenBut in the silent unsilent houseIn theContinue reading “The Unsilent”
In the Space In between unloved
Rosalie wrote frantically,Conspicuously cognizant of her own unintelligible ciphers: She threw down her pain and rain”In the space in-between, he does not love me! In the space in between she cries, but he does not call! He does not show tenderness in his voice.”For if his sweet breath was heard so heavy and sultry. SheContinue reading “In the Space In between unloved”
Children’s Poems: The writer, the spider, and the seamstress
The writer the seamstress and the spider met. And the writer said to the seamstress: Why do you stare all day at thread and spend your days spinning silk? Why do you stare all day at words the seamstress said when the sky is crimson red? Why we are the mistresses of our own fate-Continue reading “Children’s Poems: The writer, the spider, and the seamstress”
Spiders in the house
There were spiders in the house And the closed windows cast white orange and yellow lights in the halls. Like a will o the wisp in the attic The shadows scatter blue light upon the webs above my bed. Some people despise spiders, but they don’t understand them. Men love to stomp the feminineWomen swatContinue reading “Spiders in the house”
Breaking heart
I’m broken my ankle and I’ve broken my arm. Ive been brusied a lot and I cannot count my scars but there just one part of me that doesnt seem to heal. Thump, thump, thump goes my aching breaking heart.
If I am Honest with myself….
There are so many times in this life that we push away those thoughts that make us tremble…If I am being honest with myself, the loneliness I feel would be too much to bear. I fill myself with virtual distractions and media. But rather than me consuming media, it is the medium that consumes me.Continue reading “If I am Honest with myself….”
Leather, Lace, Plastic, and Pills
The balance between the waves as they thrash. The moments that the moon lit the waking hours The breathlessness pounding downThe dreams bottles in capsules of beads Tears tucked upon quilted flowers The glitter and litter of neuroses. The armor of amethystThe alchemy of absurdityAn odd and fractured kiss
The Silent Singer 