Poetry Monday: Waiting for My Star Woman

It was many a year ago
When I ventured into a star
I met a beautiful woman
I could not bring myself to speak
There were many attempts I tried
I finally had the courage
She was gone from the star that day
I waited for another chance

The chance came but I was saddened
The beautiful star-made woman
It was someone else she was with
Another suitor won her heart
I let her go without anger
I sent her the best of wishes
I did not realize I loved her
I thought she cared nothing for me

After a few years had passed by
I went to see the star woman
She and her suitor parted ways
I wondered, should I try again
I asked her would she be with me
She was silent for a long time
I was certain she would say no
Why would a star woman want me?

She revealed she wanted something
Oh, how hard my heart was pounding
I wanted to spend time with her
But she was not ready for this
I’ve waited and waited so long
We still have not been together
She is so anxious and worried
But I’ll wait as long as I must

Perhaps it was too soon to ask
After her last relationship
She needs time to get over it
So, I wait until she’s ready
I hope she does not change her mind
But I trust her feelings are real
I will wait as long as I must
For my beautiful star woman

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Poetry Monday: An Angry Child

The earliest memory I have
Is not a happy one
I was four
Somewhere in Ohio
My sisters were 
Eight and ten
We three sat watching
Our parents arguing and fighting
It got violent

I started anger management counseling
When I was six because
A kid tried to help me put away a puzzle
I told him no, but he kept helping
I picked up a chair and hit him
I had to learn
At an early age
Not to let my temper control me
Now it takes a lot to make me angry

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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.