Tue, 09 Jan 2024 07:10:13 -0500WeeblyFri, 21 Apr 2023 04:00:00 GMThttp://www.theheatherly.com/bad-poetry/untitled-friday-nightAll senses engaged
Whisky washes the week from the soul
Through the tongue
Orange oil’s fine mist awakens
Through the nose
He smokes the Holy weed
Between his lips

Leaned on the counter
Orange juice sucked through the pulp
Through my lips
Cheap wine’s aroma is nostalgic
Through the sadness
I tell him say it again, he says, “Honey”
Between his lips

On tattered cushions
He strums something new
Through the pain
All senses engaged
Through the music
“Always and forever” I say
Between my lips
]]>Tue, 03 Jan 2023 05:00:00 GMThttp://www.theheatherly.com/bad-poetry/the-oceanIt ebbs and flows
Sometimes big, powerful, tall, overwhelming. 
Sometimes little nips, tickling my toes, just reminding me

People walk by, children
Play around me, on me
Without seeing what is happening. 

It rushes in some days, taking me over,
Sucking in everyone around. 
I feel like I may go out with it,
But I’m still here even though
It takes a bit of me
With each wave. 

Rushes come and go, I feel it
When it’s gone.
My constant companion. 

You can lose things in it
Time, people, ideas, reality, yourself. 
It transforms you,
The grit wearing down the rough edges
Leaving behind bubbles, dents, debris, and sometimes treasure. 

It is a part of me
But somehow still a stranger. 
We roll through each day together
Trying to be gentle, hoping for an ebb 
And flow instead of a crash
But we never know
When or where the crash will come.]]>Sun, 31 Oct 2021 04:00:00 GMThttp://www.theheatherly.com/bad-poetry/distantThere's too much to catch up on, 
So you just don't.
Keep it light
On the surface
Very high level.
Tell other people's stories
Carefully avoiding your own.
The wall between isn't tall
But the tales we tell ourselves
Are.​
]]>Tue, 16 Mar 2021 04:00:00 GMThttp://www.theheatherly.com/bad-poetry/phoenixs-palmAt one time I prayed for you
Before I knew you
Before I knew me.

After a long time, I stopped.
Even though I felt you
Somewhere inside me.

I knew no gods
Before I knew you
The spirit was foreign to me.

But still, I prayed
Prayed for you
To find me. 

Hands cross a table
I have found you.
You have seen me. 

My world crashed down down down
As I learned you
As you learned me.

We were reborn in a new world
My spirit grew with you
And you grew with me.

Today, I prayed for you
Because I love all of you
With all of me.
]]>Mon, 03 Aug 2020 00:14:05 GMThttp://www.theheatherly.com/bad-poetry/aging​My body is rotting
It has been for years
I find the detritus
In the bowl of my ear
"This is disgusting"
I think
While I massage 
The trails of well-kept 
Snails
Moving slowly
Slowly dying.]]>