Tuesday Poetry: Daily Mantra

I like myself I love myself – 
I deserve good things – 

I said this to myself
While looking in the mirror
I didn’t expect the tears

I like myself I love myself – 
I deserve good things – 

Saying something nice and
Positive sounds so foreign
So strange

I like myself I love myself – 
I deserve good things –

I don’t know if I believed
Myself the first time I said it
I don’t think I will
For a long time

But I try to keep saying it

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Poetry Monday: Cats, Coffee, Catharsis

Every year I think
It will be different
I say this year
Will be the greatest
Of them all
I’m always disappointed

I see people
Go out with 
Half a dozen friends
In celebration
If I plan something
No one comes

I watch as other people
Plan surprises for 
Others they dislike
I don’t want surprises
But it would be nice
To see the same effort

Even when I ask
To be alone
I don’t get to be
Alone or anything else
I don’t feel
Important to anyone

I’m important 
To my cat
I know she
Cares for me
Or is it only because
I bring her food

I enjoy my coffee
Be it addiction
Or the heat in my body
It always brings
Some comfort
Something familiar

I can’t float through
Life alone
But I can’t find companionship
I find no answers
To break away from 
The darkness and pain

Something unresolved
Blocks my growth
I can’t connect with others
Until I face that demon
The demon won’t come out
It feeds off my fears and depression

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Protest Poetry: 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.