I got my words mixed up today now my baby’s gone away what did I say   I guess I spoke too soon I should have played it cool now I’m the fool   She walked out of my door I may not see her anymore I am on the floor   I need you back someday I’ll do whatever you say I know I have to pay  

Mentally prospecting, Needing that perfect word. Meaningful, like frisson, Not discordant; like impact’s not a verb. My mind fog thins, achievement? Still incorporeal, maybe transient; seemingly onomatopoeia. Write it down! It dissolved, cloaked in mist, No! Cliches, here I come.

I'd been sent by my editor to interview a local poet on the occasion of his ninetieth birthday. The poet was a well-known face around town, but was now in a retirement home. "Be sensitive," my editor had said, "if he’s not all there." It turned out that the poet was as sharp as glass. Of course, he was physically frail and sat awkwardly in a wheelchair, but the biggest trouble with him was that he did not want to reminisc...

A lovely letter was addressed to meThe words were very niceThis letter filled me with gleeIt was rather conciseThe words made me cryIt was a note about my lifeMy eyes were not dryThe letter said I was a good wifeMy life was a series of testsThe journey would be hardLife was not like the restOften I would be on guardI'd be a mother of special one'sLearners that learn differentlyA daughter and a beautiful sonThere might be...

Do stories ever write themselves?Sometimes it seems so.They spill forth from our fingertips with no effortYet I’ve stared for hours at my paper, and no print rises upNor does my pen dip itself and begin to form the lettersThe blank white computer window is still blankNo story prints out from the etherHow I hunger to read the next chapter I’ve yet to writeBut the words remain in their secret havenI’ve no spell to speak and...

She was the only one that ever made this behemoth feel small. She was the only one that ever made this behemoth feel safe.Demons clawed and chewed at me while I slept. Malintent their only joy. My waking hours were spent confused at the wounds inside.Till one day, I no longer recognized who I thought I was.What painful visions before her eyes, as I teetered on the wire. High above an abyss of no redemption and no return.I...

At my desk for a little while I'm told to go into a meeting I remember how everybody smiledHe approached me with a greetingThanks for meeting me I have bad news to convey  I must let you go you see You'll get your severance pay We're letting people go Our company is downsizing You'll get your stocks in escrow I know this is rather surprising All accumulated vacation days Will be given to you in a check I wish there was an...

Sometimes words flutter against my consciousness, Barely coaxing a response in a fleeting manner Gently saying ‘Write me down, dear’ Others times they resound screeching and jagged Full of discord while beating savagely against my head Until the only peace to be found is to begin the story. While the characters finish the pace in an almost violent extraction Threatening with a ‘Finish me or I won’t shut up’ Sometimes it’s...

Your words are like knives Are they truthful or lies They just ruin lives Tears running from my eyesI know you're trying To pay these bills It’s really just the lying It’s really making me illI only go with what you say Then the calls eventually start This is really ruining my day It’s just breaking my heartThis is quite concerningTo be in the dark You really should be earning Another big question markI’m always left numb...

Draw a circle round meLet me look awayProtect me with EnchantmentProstrating what you say Invoking now the barrierA cloak of crystal steelCascading all around meWith no infirmity Your words approach, empoweredBut weaken when they meetMy shield of pure EnchantmentSeamless security Standing here well-guardedYour words shall not break throughThey simply freeze and die in air  Then fall unheard from you.

You are more than words. Words do not define who you are or who you want to be. The words you choose are a part of you, not your entirety.Someone once told you, you could write.So you did.You still can.Please do.Nobody can prevent you penning your thoughts because you own them.Discover a new vessel and give yourself permission to set them free.Circumstances have changed, you are still you.Embrace a new beginning.Discover...

Perhaps just the way that you said itPerhaps it was just what I heardPerhaps what you meantWas not what you saidOr I just read into your words Why must it be so confusing?Why can’t we say what we mean?Or when we doWe don’t recognize truthAnd imagine it some other way Sometimes I’m tired of listeningTo things that are said in my headIf I take face valueWhen I’m talking to you  What are chances that I’ll be misled? So promi...

Vipers slither from your lipsTwisted into clever quipsFueled by petty vengeful ireHow is it that you haven’t tired? Every chance to take a swipeThere you are with caustic bitesBriefly do your serpents restRetract their fangs, curl in their nest But never are they still for longEmerge anew, to right the wrongsThey perceive were heaped on youAnd help to heal the gaping wound I don’t lash out; I hold my tongueYet still your...

All I am to youIs flattery.All I amIs words.A shiny mirrorWhich shouts your beauty.

People speak their words. They stampede in herds, right into the ears of the surrounding people. There are phrases that shine with praises and never fade, bursting like a parade through your thoughts. That is-- they don’t fade until someone’s words slice like a blade through your mind, adding to that daily grind. Praises, compliments turn into disgrace and disparagements because you wanted to be funny. Trust me, there are...