On Tuesday, April 25th, 2017, approximately 7:30pm. My life froze for a moment, which felt like eternity. I’m weight lifting in the gym, feeling great! My muscles are pumped, and my music is on point! I feel invincible the more I push myself! After each rep, I add more weight. I start from 135 through 245, until I end up…
Category: The Poet
“The Devil who lacks southern comfort but loves misery and barbecue!”
I am lactose intolerant, so dairy products make me sick to my stomach. But your energy, attitude, and personality makes me sick to my soul. Just picturing your face destroys any determination to leave home on weekday mornings. The sound of your voice makes my ear drums bleed, and flowers die off as you walk by them. I thought the…
“Skittles” (Poem)
I’ve learned that cleaning can be relaxing. Whether it’s from dusting the dining room, or cleaning out that closet constructed from your conscience. Either way the goal seems to be planning for perfection, until pure from what isn’t positive. I’m sure there are people out there who won’t swim in large bodies of water. Afraid of being ate by a…
“Roses” (Poem)
I was told that roses are red. But my roses are chocolate. Far from a candy coated floral creation. This sweet sleeve of a masterpiece is tattooed on me. Each petal, planted in its proper place. No vines green of envy are allowed any space. These Hershey kissed buds on my skin were meant to blossom into the same love…
“Ambitious Skies” (Poem)
One of the best feelings for me is waking up every morning. An even greater feeling is waking up to your smile. Which shines brighter than the sunrise through Scotland skies. Your heart beats warmer than freshly brewed coffee on a Monday morning. Spiked, with brown sugar to match your complexion. You’re sweeter than desserts. Addicting like freshly baked cookies…
“A Woman” (Poem)
I never wore a green thumb, but seeing what blossoms on family trees can make you start your own field of flowers. Attracted by their esscence, and provoked by their beauty. Wishing I could kiss them just to see how soft their petals really are. A woman, my favorite breath of life. Created in numerous flavors, sizes, and complexions. All…
“Major City Mermaids” (Poem)
If mermaids are real, how would you approach them? Would they be some seven foot beast who rules the bottom of the ocean? Or could they be gentle giants who swims through the sea? I don’t think mermaids are neither assumption. If I ever came across a mermaid I feel she’ll be her own creation. She would be this long…
“The 5 Minute Living Room Poem”
Death awakens new opportunities through their career coffins… The grim reaper weaps off the accomplishments of Kings and Queens… While Cats roar loud in jungles justifying their presence in the natured palace… Layed down to rest among others at their best… Hall of fame awards never looked better dressed in black… With winter time memories hand made through snow flakes…
“Tomorrow Morning” (Poem)
Our first kiss told me your lips would be last pair I lock for the rest of my life. Causing rules to be shattered, and families created. I was never big on religion, but if god’s really sending angels did you take a train, bus, or just catch a cab to reach me? I’ve never experienced the game, but your…
Ricky Maeweather 