thanks

On the thirtieth will be on other site, No more crappiest crappyass verizon, WordPress made me restart my word, New smartphone, Samsung 5G, New number,319-635-6173 New email, valwhitewolfwriting.poetry.blog

Custodian

He remembers from the library, I have only seek him at Walmart, Isn’t that odd? Do you ever wonder what others might or might not assimilate from meeting you even if it was ever so briefly? I try to be friendly, Maybe a wee bit silly, This year I only gave in friendship ________ times

Consumed heart

Is it better to forge friendships, Is loneliness branded upon your heart at birth, Is passion a fire within that blows out? Is happiness a touch of her thigh? The delight of the chase, The surge of the victory reached at climax, One heart beat, Two heart beats, Three then death, Or are we like

Words are like weapons

No words harsher, Sound of emptiness, Still beyond calm, That’s loneliness, That kills as sure as a bullet through the heart,

A request

If anything happens to you, I have your key, I will get Pretty, Pretty’s a bird Penny saved from the trash in California behind at Pet store, Will get your turtle, Your kitties will all have places in my heart, After our set fire mom asked me to get her coin collection and her rings,

An invitation

Today I received the second best gift this year, Not wrapped, No ribbon, No matter, No matter, I get to share a meal, With a family, Its been nine years since I had a place, At a table to celebrate Thanksgiving, I thought when I brought Sherry with mom’s money to Iowa we would be

Lovely day,

Sky was blue, Clouds rumpled drives the sky, It was a chill in the air, It was the 7th of October, Got over days of precious, Too many dark memories, Too much loss, Too much heartbreak,

Steaming windows

Its only August seventeenth twenty-twenty-two, To early for steamed windows, The steam still is there, I am proud of twice in my forties being responsible for steamy windows, See unlike young LGBTQ there were no mentors for girls from small Iowa rural towns, I spent a couple.years hoping while carving my pocket knife would slip

Diana lee Heike Dudley,Granbury, Texas sister or Satan’s concubine

Took my selfesteem, Took my good name, Lied to iowa Human Services, Lied and betrayed me to those I love the most, Bullied mom and Ellen to their death, Put two over the Counter Codine packs on our lovely browbeat diabetic eighty-seven year old mom, I told mom not to allow Diana to do that

Some of us

Like lost animals we seek where we belong, Lonliness kind of prison, I listen, I hear emptiness, Stillness, Is this life, Is this future, Wheres laughter? Wheres our better half, The half that make us whole?