Liquid emotions
Bottled up inside hearts
Kept for special occasions
A drink only for guests of honor
...
I swear I’ve never seen you
I’ve been looking for you
But I’ve never seen you
Even though I know you were real all along
...
My body hangs over the edge
Reaching out my hand
Attempting to outstretch the distance
To grab yours
...
Broken knuckles
Fragments of bone trapped in skin
Floating aimlessly in blood
Never stopping pistons of fury
...
Our lips touch
But only slightly
For a moment
As mine slide down chin to neck
...
She doesn’t deserve just any poem
Not some mindlessly scrambled words
Flipped and fried
The a golden crisp with a sweet aroma
...
self taught poet and damn proud of that)
'The Baker'
I’m a baker
A poor man in a kitchen
A man to fill people
Fill their hearts and their stomachs
I was given lemons
And so I made lemon cake
I was then given grapes
And so I made wine
They gave me wheat
And I made bread
Then I was given something sacred
Something so precious
Something that was broken
Missing several key pieces
For many moons
I couldn’t find what to do
Until I realized it was symmetrical
With my own heart.
The pieces I was missing
Where the pieces that were there in what I held in my hands
I was but a baker
A man to fill the stomachs or all
Fills noses with aromas
And hearts with content with food
But through my determination
My heart was the one to be fulfilled