You never know, I tell you. The light, and then the dark. It’s not clear, It won’t be, Until it is. And hopefully, That doesn’t leave you too late.
Category: Grief
I’m Sorry – September 3, 2019
I am sorry I am broken, a piece of me lost. I’m sorry I can’t find it. Have you had enough? Me too. Can’t take anymore? Me too. I’m so sorry for the trouble, Please stop shattering what’s left. I’ll keep trying to pick up the pieces, If I can. Alone, The way it’s always … Continue reading I’m Sorry – September 3, 2019
You – September 3, 2019
This tear creeps down my face, slowly. As it reminds me Of you.
Experiencing Death – September 1, 2019
I’d rather it be me, than you, You ask why. Because I know what’s on the other end. An intensity, A tightness That won’t let go. It grips you, And holds you hostage Silent to its prey. I’d rather it be me, than you. But wait, Then it’d be you.
Measure Up – August 28, 2019
I just don’t know, Do you? Measuring up is serious business, And yet to be done By anybody still searching For that one instant, Maybe two Where they feel alive And accepted. That jolt of serotonin Helps take you somewhere, You feel. You measure up For just that heartbeat, And then It’s gone Just as … Continue reading Measure Up – August 28, 2019
Take Me Home – August 14, 2019
The smells The sounds Of memories Kept At a distant reach Pulled to the forefront As I breath in and out The pores explode Bringing me Right back home.
The Breeze Blows By – August 16, 2019
Alive and soft Over my skin. In my mouth, She swirls And pushes. Brushing down my arm, Letting me feel the secrets Of her journey Comforting the past. My cheeks and lips Perk up to feel the love. I breath her in, Fresh dirt and bumble bees. A lull lures me To listen, Chirping and … Continue reading The Breeze Blows By – August 16, 2019
Spilled – August 16, 2019
If I could only explain What these words Take from me... Unzip my gut, And spilled to the floor.
In My Own Way – August 12, 2019
I want to be peaceful, Feel something serene. Be the calm in your day That lets you say, ‘In the end, It’s going to be okay,’ But that’s not me. It’s a struggle to be free. Especially, because, It’s always been Me versus me.
Comfort – August 5, 2019
Scattered, pieces of house dust thrown up from a pillow. The warm sun hits you smack dab in the eye, It feels so good. You sink to the bottom of wherever you’re headed.
Tear – July 27, 2019
Lonely little tear Traveling Down My Cheek. ~~~ A gazillion droplets Together Don’t ~~~ Compare to the Chunk that is Missing from my heart.
Expectations – August 13, 2019
Drop the expectations, Let them fall to the floor. Without them you are free To feel life most genuinely.
Observant- August 12, 2019
My eyes paint a tinged picture of what I see. My heart beats a murmured song of what I know. My hands crumple the very thing I long for. My mouth stammers, as I watch the chance pass by. All the while, my ears are taking everything in.
Bite Your Tongue – August 9, 2019
I shout through my teeth, As my throat begins to burn. The lightning flashes in my eyes, I am approaching full throttle. Sip your breathes, And walk away. Turn your cheek, And be careful what you speak. The words might ring true, But what good do they do?
Yours – March 21, 2019
My heart will always beat To the rhythm Of where you are.
Petrified Soul – July 22, 2019
Revolving, echoing The beauty sustained, In lifetimes lived. Housed in this small Vessel from the earth. Cradled, since forever. No worries or discomfort. Raw edges Basking in the ground Waiting it’s turn To be seen. Plucked from its burrow, Fully exposed, Bringing life, Once again, To what’s already dead.
Fortune – July 16, 2019
Gifts of whispering futures, Curse the living past. Present problems now. Always seeing what’s coming, At least you know when to duck.
On Edge – August 1, 2019
Breeze, blow. Wind, pick up. Feeling you running past my skin, Makes my hair stand on edge.
Pickled Crow – July 26, 2019
Blankly, gazing out at you Void of everything I once knew. A pickle jar, Emptied. Tongue’s grit Rough and sore. ~~~ Don’t spoil Your sour mood, For me. Or anyone. But lick your lips, And twist tight, What you might. Until the seal stops, And your wounds have healed. ~~~ Words retracted, Or withheld. Kept … Continue reading Pickled Crow – July 26, 2019
Tarrying For You – July 29, 2019
Lingering in my lust, For what I can no longer touch. Breathing fire, To taste the Sweetness. Dessert before dinner Leaves nothing Forward, After it’s expired. To begin again, One foot heads In a direction While the other tarries In the hunger I’ve built up For you.