inner > outer: a haiku

pretty skin hair teeth
such a beautiful disguise
trumped by mean spirit

inner > outer ©2017 KBW

(Fear of) Drowning: a Free-Verse Poem

He dances around love wearing a life vest.
And no, its not a sweet, sensual Samba, but rather
a cautious, calculated Waltz.

Careful to only get his feet wet.
Just enough to cool the heat
and suppress his desire for/fear of companionship.
Never letting love lap at his knees, you know,
’cause they might get weak.

Then she came along.

Confident. Carefree. Warm + smiling.
No life vest! he noted.
She finds his hands and guides him.
Love hits his ankles.

Thighs.

Stomach.

Chest.

To the deep end.

He welcomes the submergence as love takes control
of his heartbeat, giving it new rhythm.

Equally submerged, she hasn’t let go.
Her grip is strong. Relentless and gentle.
The dance more fluid and enjoyable now with a good partner.
Scary and ..exciting.
It’s just hard to get close with that bulk around his chest.
But love is patient.

They dance a beautiful contemporary number now.
And he still wears that life vest.
Sometimes.
Just in case.

© 2017 KBW

one moodyass poem

Lately I can’t seem to shake these thoughts of you.

They say when you think of someone so much,
they’re thinking of you too.
But that can’t be
because you’d call or text like you used to do.
Telling me about you and your days
until it was no longer new.
Our once lavish garden became overgrown with..boredom?
Complacency? We’ll never know what could have grew.
Delayed responses to simple messages
yet all over social media like glitter on glue.
Arguments sparked when I shared what hurt me most
and you couldn’t handle your shortcomings…and the truth.
What is with these guys-
boys in men’s bodies who play good women for fools.
Bravado schmeared over a lazy, narcissistic bagel-
not really that flavorful or interesting, but still a lot to chew.
Silly me for playing the same sad game
I knew I’d lose.
A hungry heart makes silly choices;
I’ve learned that through and through;
My mind escaped me as my heart took over, an array of emotions
from white hot, crimson, violet, gray, black and blue.
They matched the flowers at my doorstep
and the colors of your chameleon suits.
I hope you’ve learned that catching the girl may be easy,
but keeping her is for the strong and very few.
I know potential ain’t shit if not realized and put into motion;
our could/should/would have been just won’t do.
Next time I’ll heed the signs of a man incapable of loving;
my heels will kick up dust and I’ll say chooom ✌🏾

© 2017 KBW

week 15|2017

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I’m in love with self-seeking;
Constantly looking
for ways to discover
the depths of me.
I’m addicted
to my own energy.
It is my innate source of light;
my connection with the Most.
I learned through my trials,
that I am my savior;
my pick-me-up.
And that is a beautiful responsibility.
© (d.d.l)

(photo stolen from the internet)

Scars are Diamonds (a reblog)

Due to a chemotherapy procedure I ended up with a nickel sized scar near my right shoulder blade, whenever I would go out I’d cover it with makeup and thought to myself “one day I’ll save enough money to fix it surgically”. Months later I had a hip replacement and a muscle flap and 4 […]

via Scars are diamonds —

week 11|2017: On You & Your Star Stuff

Have faith in your ability

To do what is necessary

In the effort to transform

When it becomes mandatory.

No one else need believe

In what you’re capable of

When you know you and the stars

Are basically made of the same stuff. –ria

(be sure to visit Ria’s blog for more beautiful poems)