Poetry Monday: Where Do You Go When You Have Nothing and No One?

I had nowhere to go
So, I walked and walked
Until my entire body
Was numb or sore

I ran through a list
Of people I could call
But it was late
And feared no one was awake

I thought they wouldn’t answer
This happened once before
And no one responded
I felt displaced – 

I tried to sleep on a bench
My sore body hurt more
I tried to sleep on the grass
Until the sprinklers came on

I wandered about for a while
When I decided to go home
I first tried to sleep in my car
Cracked the window for air

But all I got were small bugs
Buzzing – buzzing – 
In my ears and everywhere
I gave in and finally

Walked into my darkened apartment
The bedroom door closed
Two months sleeping on this couch
What I wouldn’t give to be alone again

I woke up after others
But the bedroom door still closed
With the clothes from the night before
I left again to be anywhere but there

I sit in a library – stomach moaning for food
Transferring my thoughts and my pain
From my body to the ink to the paper
I just want to be alone

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: To Be Alone & When Does the Book Burning Start?

To Be Alone

Where do you go,
When you want to
Hide from the world,
And be alone?
How can you escape,
But not run away?
How do you live the dream?
Surrounded by nightmares?
Where do you go,
To be alone?

When Does the Book Burning Start?

Vulnerable
Are we the people
In this democracy
Diversity
Means nothing
To those in power
Entitlement
Is reserved for the elite
Unauthorized for the poor
Transgender
Defies society
And confuses the entitled
Fetus
Is neither live nor dead
Or doesn’t exist
Evidence-based
Has no place in the Union
Or the new world order
Science-based
Would prove the elite wrong
And destroy the fake news
Tyrant
Is a man who denies freedom
To those he claims to govern
Indifferent
Are those who let this happen
When does the book burning start?

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Poetry Monday: One

Sometimes
I
Enjoy
Solitude

I
Always
Enjoy
The
Quiet

A
Peaceful
Walk
In
The
Moonlight
Is
Better
Than
Any
Party

Reading
A
Book
While
Sipping
Some
Coffee
In 
A
Comfy
Chair
Without
A
Care
In
The
World


Enjoy
The
Rain

Walking
In
The
Storm
Or
While
Reading
A
Book
Indoors

There
Is
Peace
In
The 
Lonely
Chaos

Sometimes
Solitude
Prepares
You
For
The
Coming
Storm

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.