Poetry: The Energy Inside

By Monica C. Voskamp   The power swirls inside A restless energy force Vibrant and chaotic it builds You pull from it how, when And where you will.   This magical force you conjure At your bidding and command Growing in strength every day It stands attentive and loyal Obedient only to you.   Your [...]

Poetry: Depth of Sad

By Monica C. Voskamp   Why am I sad? Why am I sad you ask? I wish I knew.   I just know my heart has plunged deep. And is now drumming loud with pain. These tears are falling hot and slow Triggered by songs Lady Gaga sings.   Tell me why I’m sad, Because [...]

Poetry: Being With You

By Monica C. Voskamp   You run your hands through my hair And press a kiss upon my furrowed brow You have faith to say, “It's going to be okay, darling The future is not any of your yesterdays.”   You have the courage to hold me close Even as hot tears wet through your [...]

Divorce: the Broken Song.

By Monica C. Voskamp   We move together. We flow, we sway We lean, we bend And then something begins To give way.   Only so much And only so little Can 2 souls take Before they bend too much Before they break too much.   Piece by piece Song by song Fragmented over time [...]

Poetry: Mid Day Bath

By Monica C. Voskamp   Earthly material scattered On smooth tiled floor, Steamy mist rising Fogging the mirror.   Sound of water running Pure background noise. Hand swirling funnels Found perfect temperature.   Submerging slow Below the surface, Mortal one escapes Releasing exhales.   Beautiful rush of warmth Saturating head to toe, Every move effortless [...]

Poetry: Bleeding Heart

By Monica C. Voskamp   Bleeding heart Please stop for an instant. I need to still breathe, Yet you are tearing Every bit of oxygen from me.   Bleeding heart Please stop for a moment It can’t be that bad But you protest it can As I feel currents of Warmth stream down My heated [...]

Poetry: My Territory

By Monica C. Voskamp   Stay or leave But nothing in between. Be on my side Or fight against me. Just no lying is allowed None of this pretty deceiving None of this fickle wounding Is no longer allowed On the territory of me.   I’m too precious. I’ve fought too hard. I’ve fought too [...]