I can’t land. Each time I try, here comes the fan. I can’t land. That looks nice and soft. Forget that plan. I can’t land. People, they might let me stand. I can’t land. A mountain top, far from man. I can’t land. Help me understand. I can’t land. Each time I get close; nope.Continue reading “Land”
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To Pass the Time
To pass the time as my clothing dry, I stare out the window watching people below pass by. Watching people is fun. That white car drove around the parking lot for half an hour searching for that pot of gold. But no rain was around. A couple across the way, playing tennis. She and IContinue reading “To Pass the Time”
Always
Always remember who you are. Always remember where you came from. Always remember the struggle to get you where you’re at in life. Always remember what is important in your life. Always remember what you want to accomplish in your life. Always remember where you want to be in life. Always remember things could getContinue reading “Always”
Dedicated to a Friend
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”
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”
What the Stank?
Sleep is a welcomed friend. I need it so. My mood. My body. My spirit it mends. Images flood my mind. I toss to and fro. I wake with my eyes pouring water. My nose is on fire. My throat is tight. It feels like hot solder. I am drowning in the mire. Breathe, breathe,Continue reading “What the Stank?”
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.
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”
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