You used to be a real good friend until the fall began. When the eighth came, the friendship came to an end. We were good pals in grade school. I thought I knew you well. I didn’t know you at all. You said you were a friend., that would be forever true. But when theContinue reading “Dedicated to a Friend”
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A Picture
I did extend into the world a gesture, a picture into my world. An attempt to meet what the world would send me. For nothing was I looking. For nothing was I hoping. You could sat it was an attempt to spice up- an otherwise dull existence. People did I meet. People did I greet.Continue reading “A Picture”
Death
Have you ever wondered what death will be like? I think most of us do. When I was in high school, we had to read William Cullen Bryant. The end of this poem forever changed the way I few death. “So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves ToContinue reading “Death”
Prospective
Have you ever wondered what others think about you? Today, I’m wondering this. If you look at me, my right ear is crimson. Frequently, I rub my ear and scalp. My work environment is very subdued. There’s very little noise or wild gesturing. I know my behavior is suspicious. Does she have head/body lice, earContinue reading “Prospective”
The Snake and The Rabbit
‘Through darkness fallsand moonlight tears.Fear, the force that steers,Weeping webs of pain and sorrowShall not bare the morrow.” I’m working on a piece of fan fiction. This small poem is from that work.
Ships
All of our lives, we hear sayings. Some we understand. Other soar over our heads. Their meanings lost in the clouds. I have heard the phrase “two ships passing in the night” many times during my life. I’m sure I will hear it many more. This is the first time in my life I canContinue reading “Ships”
Unaccustomed
Unaccustomed to loves whisper Naked memories of silence This woman’s heart was lost Found by a lovers desire Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
Desperation
Seething desperation Endless pain Empty Like my heart Hollow Like my soul A stone falling Into a bottomless well Screams never heard Crying never comforted Love never received Free falling through life Meaningless Pointless Empty Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
Parking Lot
Look at me. What do you see? There were people here. Now no one is near. There was the sounds of laughter. Nothing resonates after. The sounds of work filled these walls. Now just echoes fall. Wait, what happened to the juice? Am I not of any use? Darkness is all around. Out of thatContinue reading “Parking Lot”
Fitting In: Stop Trying
You’re not funny. That’s me, big dummy. Stop trying! You’re not a child. What were you thinking? Are you out of your mind? Stop trying! Act your age. That was a disaster. Learn how to gauge. Stop trying! That was so juvenile. They don’t get your style. Stop trying! You’re sense of humor is justContinue reading “Fitting In: Stop Trying”
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