Dreams Part 1 The army had a garden behind the barracks. Everyone had to take turns. You ate, you worked. This is where Kol found Kessa; on her hands and knees pulling weeds. Wild thoughts went through his head seeing her like this. ‘If only!’ He thought. After watching her for a few minutes, heContinue reading “Once there was Darkness”
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A Poet
I saw the tag line recently, “no one really wants to be a poet.” Poetry is my ‘mont hault’, *mowat. I will never be independently wealthy from my verse. It could be worse. Milton, Eliot, Dickinson, I am not. Emotions I have not caught, I can lay them out on the page. My brain IContinue reading “A Poet”
The distance between people –
“There’s an ocean between us. I’m in a barrel for a boat and I have a t-spoon for an oar.”
What is this feeling I feel inside?
What is this feeling I feel inside? Am I getting sick? This I cannot abide. Tired. Don’t won’t too. Drained. I make myself use my brain. Am I fighting a loosing battle? It feels like with a burden, I’ve been saddled. As I sit here staring at this computer screen, thinking about home. Would itContinue reading “What is this feeling I feel inside?”
Move Me
Can you do it? Can you move me? What’s the point? I bet you can’t. Move me! Are these tears of joy or tears of defeat? Move me. Tomorrow never comes. Yesterday will never come again. Move me. My body is tired. My mind is cloudy. Move me. I see others movements. Good for them.Continue reading “Move Me”
Once there was Darkness
Chapter 4 Part 2 He looked confused, “you say I have?” “Perhaps God needed you to be ready?” There was a knock at the door; a lady entered carrying a tray overflowing with bread, cheese and wine. Kessa nodded at her. In a moment, she returned with a container of water, bowed and left. “ReadyContinue reading “Once there was Darkness”
My Place
I know my place. I’m the loyal one. I know my place. I’m the dependable one. I know my place. I’m the one you know will be there. I know my place. Everything has a home. A space where it belongs. I know my place. I follow the rules. I know my place. I’m notContinue reading “My Place”
I can’t
I can’t I can’t believe you. One thing I asked you to do. You claim to love me. One thing. You couldn’t leave it be. Now you have me questioning, did you really love me at all? One thing. Am I really that small? You wanna make me out to be the bad guy, fine.Continue reading “I can’t”
I won’t. You want.
I want to beat you about the face and eyes. But, I won’t. I want to pound you until my arms ache. But, I won’t. That greasy spot on the pavement; that was you. But, I won’t. I want you to feel and know the pain you cause. But, you won’t. You are so wrappedContinue reading “I won’t. You want.”
Broken Hearted
Have you ever had a heart broken? That pain is ours to process individually. Brute force ripped my heart out , clogged danced on it in the mud, then gave back. My baptism was fresh. My zeal for God was on fire. I weaponized the Bible. It became saturated with blood and sweat. My feebleContinue reading “Broken Hearted”
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