tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70155306889573026732024-03-05T14:56:06.509-05:00Sage Creative CornerDedicated to creative expression via poetry and prose.eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-43734315510470715122023-09-21T16:57:00.001-04:002023-09-21T16:57:55.907-04:00I Miss Summer<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUy11ejrb7wk4BMJmZ6-PHelfigabgnaFiQHhqQ2SXtjkWYf2rS1AHl1VVB2vHGeH-bSSp3wGiKo6Rju2yW-XMhoVjFliqAU_KxRCg6o15Wfg13rkC-qvc_bgt72MYPdjH2_YxSUkIeAyjGfW3SkvsixBaqXnhmJM2nCrX9Y6Bgzu4PqmidPZpygm7k88M/s898/oven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="898" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUy11ejrb7wk4BMJmZ6-PHelfigabgnaFiQHhqQ2SXtjkWYf2rS1AHl1VVB2vHGeH-bSSp3wGiKo6Rju2yW-XMhoVjFliqAU_KxRCg6o15Wfg13rkC-qvc_bgt72MYPdjH2_YxSUkIeAyjGfW3SkvsixBaqXnhmJM2nCrX9Y6Bgzu4PqmidPZpygm7k88M/s320/oven.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I remember sitting in the kitchen</div><p></p><p>with my coat on</p><p>huddled with my sister</p><p>by the oven.</p><p><br /></p><p>The cold outside</p><p>stalked us</p><p>infiltrated our home</p><p>our bodies</p><p>but not our hearts.</p><p><br /></p><p>I held my sister's hands.</p><p>We reminisced about the summer</p><p>remembering warmer days...</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-86590849328287332012022-10-20T12:17:00.002-04:002022-10-20T14:23:00.966-04:00Levitating Once drowning<div>in a sea of </div><div>euphemisms, perfectionisms </div><div>hoarding esoteric memories </div><div>stripped down </div><div>to the bare minimum </div><div>slow-paced didactic </div><div>naked truths </div><div>realisms, surrealisms </div><div>a revelation so pure </div><div>I am </div><div>levitating. </div>eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-46062988793352878722019-07-29T20:50:00.000-04:002020-06-12T20:53:49.777-04:00My Inner SunflowerShe always seems to know<br />
exactly where the sun will rise<br />
because sunflowers grow best<br />
when closest to the sun.<br />
More resilient <br />
than a lot of other flowers<br />
she doesn't bend as easily.<br />
Her stem is firm.<br />
A blooming sunflower<br />
she's happy, full of faith<br />
and adoration for all that is.<br />
Quite simply:<br />
authentic and unapologetically free.<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-23410842577627277292019-07-28T20:46:00.000-04:002020-06-12T20:56:59.397-04:00It's Called BoundariesMy past and present<br />
have collided and are warring<br />
in the most paradoxical sense<br />
In the kindest, most tender <br />
colloquial fashion<br />
I now tell folks<br />
to get the fcuk out of my face<br />
with any and all bullshit. eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-33669074519042335652019-02-10T20:43:00.000-05:002020-06-12T20:44:54.397-04:00Broken HeartedLike an immature puppy<br />
rough housing delicate fine china<br />
it didn't long<br />
for me to break<br />
shattered to pieces<br />
only to be glued together with<br />
apologies and promises to change<br />
always broken<br />
cracks forever visible<br />
my heart, never the same. <br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-84092156038560009882019-02-08T20:41:00.000-05:002020-06-12T20:42:39.723-04:00It Still HurtsW<br />
T<br />
F<br />
feels like I'm walking around<br />
with open wounds<br />
rebelling against time<br />
so instead<br />
I try to clog the bleeding holes with<br />
friends,<br />
sex,<br />
alcohol.<br />
<br />
It still hurts. <br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-16492689927583697472019-02-07T14:53:00.003-05:002020-06-12T20:40:18.852-04:00Happy New Year 2019, I said I wouldn’t lie<br />
Truth is:<br />
I fed the vampires for far too long. <br />
Held so tightly<br />
a never-ending feeding frenzy<br />
They needed me; I felt wanted<br />
the darkness almost swallowed me up<br />
fcuk these bloodsuckers<br />
I refuse to be an empty carcass.eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-74952160094207638122018-11-10T23:52:00.001-05:002018-11-10T23:52:31.839-05:00The Compassion CureRepeatedly shamed <br />
for my tears<br />
so, I cry alone.<br />
My heart is punctured<br />
but no one knows.<br />
And one day <br />
my eyes watered suddenly.<br />
He gently wiped my tears.<br />
Shame I feared not.<br />
My heart instinctively <br />
began to reconstruct.<br />
His compassion, profound<br />
I secretly yearn for more...<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-82871637040362922022018-09-08T19:16:00.001-04:002018-09-08T19:16:18.867-04:00Let it goTrapped in quicksand<br />
and sinking fast<br />
It wasn’t until<br />
I relinquished all that was heavy <br />
and weighing me down <br />
that I was able to move. <br />
<br />
Naked and ambivalent<br />
Yet, I move freely.eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-64139046405654857622018-07-31T12:12:00.000-04:002022-07-14T14:43:20.711-04:00Translucent PainA keen few take notice<br />
of my feeble attempts<br />
to suffer in silence --<br />
cognizant of my fake smiles,<br />
decoding my dead eyes.<br />
I never wanted to be the girl<br />
that wore her heart on her sleeves.<br />
And here I am<br />
all decked out in translucent pain.<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-1153571073652722652017-12-31T20:39:00.004-05:002017-12-31T20:39:47.273-05:00Happy New YearI ran as fast as I could<br />
out the front door.<br />
My momentum<br />
caused the door to slam.<br />
My velocity set the door on fire, <br />
and everything behind it<br />
went up in flames.<br />
Burnt ashes never smelled so free.<br />
Choking on black smoke,<br />
I never looked back.<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-21217521763487869512017-12-11T19:43:00.000-05:002017-12-12T15:44:37.636-05:0021-Word Story: Tasteless RemarksYour words taste like <br />
unsweetened, soggy oatmeal<br />
excruciatingly bland, unwanted<br />
always dripping with monotony.<br />
Please, oh please, shut the fcuk up.<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-65077098132353429612017-12-03T23:04:00.001-05:002017-12-03T23:04:16.394-05:00All Things KindA gentle touch,<br />
tender words,<br />
warm hands that<br />
encapsulate my sometimes weary heart...<br />
I’m obsessed with kindness.<br />
In return:<br />
I give myself freely, <br />
selflessly.<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-33337995637034220752017-10-12T07:00:00.000-04:002017-10-12T13:11:23.777-04:00EnigmaHighly-extroverted<br />
social until I'm not<br />
silent chaos <br />
in my introverted mind<br />
leave me until<br />
I'm open again<br />
alone<br />
with my complexities<br />
and unfathomable <br />
oxymoronic ways<br />
but you're intrigued, always<br />
forever wanting more<br />
your unwavering persistence<br />
keeps me afloat.eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-41174122521834854762017-10-11T15:05:00.000-04:002017-10-11T15:05:29.770-04:00Comfort ZoneOnce watching tv<br />
now watching me<br />
my hips don’t always sway<br />
but today<br />
conscious exaggeration<br />
slow to undress<br />
what’s the hurry?<br />
He slapped my ass,<br />
“When you get so damn sassy?”<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-68763119635891412882017-09-13T10:17:00.000-04:002017-09-13T10:17:54.121-04:00Fret Not My hips don’t work<br />
and they don’t know why.<br />
So, he laid hands on me<br />
and prayed. <br />
My hips still hurt<br />
but my heart is calm<br />
and alas, I slept. <br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-27891479233317916462017-09-05T21:03:00.000-04:002017-09-05T21:03:07.896-04:00Brain Hyperactivity Between<br />
these four walls<br />
my thoughts echo<br />
and eventually crescendo <br />
shut off the lights <br />
close the windows<br />
suffocate the noise<br />
momentarily.<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-89353617705973801502017-08-13T22:21:00.002-04:002017-08-13T22:32:05.381-04:00OptionsA depraved world<br />
confronted with <br />
temptations, <br />
closet addictions,<br />
villainous souls<br />
masked as angels<br />
instinctively,<br />
I choose love.<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-65589855780695727572017-08-05T23:51:00.000-04:002017-08-05T23:51:24.856-04:00Dead EndsI woke up this morning<br />
and decided to cut my hair<br />
how amazingly freeing<br />
it is<br />
to let go<br />
of damaged, dead <br />
ends.<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-77071995748949873792017-07-20T00:55:00.002-04:002017-07-20T00:55:45.663-04:00My Edible EscapeI learned how to manage<br />
stress at a young age<br />
a strategy that <br />
spilled over into adulthood<br />
<br />
driven by nostalgia<br />
accustomed to let downs <br />
obedient to the cravings<br />
addicted to the rush<br />
<br />
my pain reliever<br />
even if only temporarily<br />
it never fails or<br />
disappoints.<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-66644036545331814452017-07-16T23:59:00.001-04:002017-07-16T23:59:19.286-04:00ImmutableOur spirits clashed<br />
we just never gelled<br />
whenever she spoke <br />
she freely vomited words <br />
saturated with judgement <br />
condescension <br />
A proud elitist no doubt <br />
and then she got sick<br />
and everything about her<br />
screamed<br />
frailty, humility<br />
but she still talked shit.eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-56730767685225680562017-07-14T17:22:00.001-04:002017-07-14T17:22:09.892-04:00ChemistryLost in his eyes<br />
so brilliantly dark<br />
he spoke<br />
I didn’t hear a word<br />
deafened by his energy<br />
heat so strong<br />
sweat trickled<br />
between my breasts<br />
sweat beads I refused to wipe<br />
he made my temparture rise<br />
hot with agitation<br />
and we both knew it.<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-88693603103939184332017-07-13T23:55:00.000-04:002017-07-13T23:56:23.922-04:00My Love ReflectionsThe first 19 years<br />
of my life were met with <br />
feelings of ambivalence<br />
about her love <br />
and 20 years thereafter<br />
reaffirming my self-worth<br />
accepting love from an<br />
intensely-committed man<br />
all a revelation of my<br />
dichotomy <br />
between one-sided love <br />
self-love and<br />
and mutual<br />
love.<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-88694168269675490342017-07-11T23:38:00.003-04:002017-07-11T23:38:44.825-04:00No More TearsMy allegiance to you<br />
is no more<br />
neglect not protect <br />
was my world<br />
close enough to hear<br />
your breaths<br />
and still unable to touch you<br />
but I felt your pricks, punctures, tears<br />
to my once bleeding heart<br />
and for that <br />
the reality is<br />
if you died today<br />
I wouldn’t shed a <br />
tear.<br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015530688957302673.post-6373235513992740192017-07-10T12:51:00.000-04:002017-07-10T12:51:55.808-04:00Resistant ThoughtsMy past and distorted thoughts<br />
are covered in soil, buried deep<br />
Yet, sometimes it rains<br />
And when it does<br />
I am exposed.<br />
Once again<br />
reminded of the pain and<br />
all that is ugly. <br />
<br />
Lord, please make me beautiful again. <br />
eskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05500578707910599297noreply@blogger.com