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.
Category: life
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.
Feels – August 13, 2019
Poor tangled soul, You want And you wish. Feels, that you dream Dancing in your mind Never to touch your hands. Bring down the love From the top shelf, Is harder than it seems. Words hopscotching Through your thoughts Fade to black at your lips. Never before, Never again, Never at all. Will you experience … Continue reading Feels – August 13, 2019
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.
They – August 5, 2019
A few minutes ago. They used the word they, across a gaggle. Is this fair, I thought, Can this be? How many they’s have included me? Misperceptions strewn, spattered on a canvas. Portraits painted Abstractly, Unrecognizable, to the familiar heart. Grouping does no justice. To the many souls Spicy to my tongue, Who boast round … Continue reading They – August 5, 2019
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.
Peace – August 1, 2019
I am torn, Ripped Right down the middle. Jagged Between my breasts. There’s a left, And a right. But what is left in-between? A peace, in me. Right there, Left behind.
The Passerby – July 31, 2019
Disturbed. A lifetime used To wonder, But never reach out. ~~~ Time is dirty, Muddy prints left. Tracking down Nostalgia lane. ~~~ Doors opened, That should have stayed closed. Latched and locked, But picked with curiosity. ~~~ Trouble spilling on the floor, Swept clean. Specks of dust remain, Undisturbed. ~~~ It is present, But invisible. … Continue reading The Passerby – July 31, 2019
Treedom – July 31, 2019
I am no painter, I don’t claim to be. The solace I find In blowing branches And flittering leaves Draws me in, Spits me out, and Brings me treedom.
Below Me – July 22, 2019
Flying, soaring No need to come down. Between the droplets of clouds, Arms slicing the crisp, wet air. Carving out a home A place where the pull Of everyone, everything Floats far below me.
Closed – July 17, 2019
A closed mind, Is a closed door, Is a lost opportunity That could have changed a life.
Timeless – July 16, 2019
Keeper of time, Of all things in life. Your ease, How you move In and out, Through and in-between. A marvel That is unseen.
My Reverie – June 13, 2019
The sky’s exhale takes flight, I’m drawn Beneath its branches. The law of Attraction is simple. The inexplicable Beauty of The trees breathing in the breeze. A gift of life in motion So pure, unaltered to the naked eye. Praised by The attention Of those who see. Just as it’s supposed to be, I want … Continue reading My Reverie – June 13, 2019
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