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?”
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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”
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”
A Thousand Lives
I have lived a thousand lives and soon the world will see what my heart has given in order to make me. The whirlwind in my mind has focused its view. All but one life is blind which makes me very blue. At night when my mind is asleep bits and pieces through my unconsciousContinue reading “A Thousand Lives”
Ode to Rain
You encourage the flowers to grow. But then I have to mow. Blossoms bring forth fragrances sweet. But wait, bees! I scream, running in defeat. Summer shower, cool a blistered ground. A popcorn shower, I feel like a rat – drown. Drops bloop on ponds making happy little fishies. Shoes soaked. Toes are icky andContinue reading “Ode to Rain”
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