life of a georgia Artist

So I am thinking I do not have insomnia. I write better in the middle of the night. I feel like I'm on track with writing in the middle of the night. The problem, I get up way late in the day, which if I am working poses a huge issue. With that said I did not have to work today and  I wrote another poem. Linger seems to me to be from a mans point of view, so this one is from a woman's point of view. I hope you like it. The title is Feather. Feather Like a feather against my skin, his fingers on my arm. Reaching out, caressing my cells, recoiling away in my mind. He looks deep into my soul, scaring me  with the intensity of his desires. Knowing what he wants, not knowing my wants. Stroking my cheek, a feeling of lightness fills me. Brushing my hair behind my ears, seeing all my face. Standing forever, frozen, leaning into me, then stopped! Making a memory of this moment. Moving forward close the gap, taking my hand, running his fingers between each one. M

So its 1:30AM and I cannot sleep. To much is on my mind. I wrote this,this morning when my mind would not stop. It is a poem titled Linger,  Linger I'd like to let my fingers linger over your skin, to feel the pores under my touch.  I'd like to take extra time and slowly explore your elbow the way it bends back just a little to far I'd like to explore your hand in mine, to give you strength through our collective consciousness. I want to smooth out your skin that pools over your knuckles and feel your fingertips,  tracing over them with mine.  I'd like to touch every part of your body, slowly so that you quiver with my touch.  I want to stroke your earlobe so that you softly moan, touching the nape of your long neck and gently massaging it lulling you into a dream like state.  I'd like to move that one hair that always falls gently on your forehead, and slowly creeps into your left eye. And then I'd want to study your eyes,  looking past th

So this month is National Poetry Month, so im sharing new and old poems with you. This one is from 2012 but I love it so much. Blood There is blood on the Moon, around the pale moon light. Trouble’s coming, so they say. Circle once and come on back. The Darkness likes this time. Deep magenta against the white. Troubles coming late Guard your soul, for hours are here, when you will just disappear ! Pain & Suffering is our friend but, bitterness; she is with us to the end. Trouble’s coming, so I see Blood and white mixing in the night. Reaching out to eat your soul Lock away your pain tonight Trouble’s coming with a fright!                 Grabbing, reaching, so you will see, your pain is not all that is to be. Pain will eat you this is true, but trouble’s coming after you!!  and one more for you:  Whisper Poem In a whisper in the night, I hear your name. Rain drops call me to you, But life, it keeps me aw

Two of my favorite poems I have written over the years: Camouflaged The night was camouflaged in fear. Silent rain fell near and far Our minds played tricks, like seeing a sign in tea leaves. we saw the river floating by Dreams drifted by, hearts floated on Suicide was our friend the night came to close us in boggled down by pain holding on to our past reaching out to find the air calmness was not found rain made our bodies swell Minds shrunk by all our hope the water came down and washed us away No one cared that we were gone.  Second Poem: Love and Him             He stole my heart right away and I fell down the rabbit hole. I fell in love and struggled with balance in my daily life. I struggle with how much of myself to give to someone, how much to hold onto, and how much is making me so vulnerable that I am hurting myself. I struggle with being nice; I struggle with keeping kindness for myself, I struggle with bei