So numb to the world My pages are empty My pen has run dry And the lead Has slipped From the wood With a crack The longer this derails The more that is said I’m spiraling inward Landing right back in my own head
Category: life
October 21, 2020
If there is something after death, I will find you.
Counting Worms – September 26, 2020
We’ve talked often But this This Was more intimate She held me And caressed My stained soul Something no other living being Had done Staring into her eyes She made me feel whole All of the problems in the world Were suddenly still A temptress at her best I squandered in her presence Marveling At … Continue reading Counting Worms – September 26, 2020
State of the Times – September 6, 2020
Here we go suckers ~~~ Saddle Up ~~~ Half ass answers If you please ~~~ What’s going on Make believe We’re living in a backwards ease ~~~ Never Never Land Peter, pass the Hook ~~~ Excuse me fears I no longer pucker With many Tears
In Your Ear – September 30, 2020
My words Cannot droop As low as I Want to take them I can’t even Beg them to go Where they need to be They traipse Along My fissure Occluding The space I’ve always Wanted to inhabit
Sorry – October 12, 2020
I don’t much feel like sharing right now I’ll leave you with my mood As the sky has left me
Perspicacity – June 26, 2020
The glass I see you through Bends who you are to me You don’t pretend To hide your thoughts So why should I from you Well Because Your glance expects me to
Left As Kindling – September 23, 2020
For what it’s worth I no longer feel Unless, your touch alone Scorches Prodding me As deeply as a touch Once did Beautifully burning Serenity Uncontrolled And timid ~Losing everything all at once~ And there In that space I come alive And ignite The air You exhale
Tacit – September 23, 2020
What do we know, What are we told? When it gets quiet And no one’s talking We are left Alone To lay in silence.
Nighttide – September 19, 2020
Stillness, under The indigo sky Dusk Swallows me whole Along with the crisp smells Of a dying summer Lit by the warmth Of so many nights
Stream of Conscious – September 15, 2020
The thick air Brackish in its tint Dives deep into my lungs Where I become free Listening to the noises In the great wide open Softly bending my attention Escaping Everything Like butterflies Into the limpid sky A dotted haze Floating off To somewhere
Unseeable – September 13, 2020
The reflection I see In curved glass Coils around me And brings me into the room
Extrapolate Me – September 9, 2020
I like your words Because they’re wild And they pick at my brain Spin my insides Into knots Taking me from the burden of my sanity Or insanity But who’s counting While I read on Waiting in the darkness For what comes next The candle eventually Fizzles And the lure of gases Persuades me Out … Continue reading Extrapolate Me – September 9, 2020
Blurb – September 6, 2020
I haven’t been back here in awhile... As I recognize this sinking feeling in my gut.
Obsolete- September 6, 2020
I am so tired So very tired Wind blown And alone Walking this earth Close to the edge Finding myself Leaning on nothing
Invisible – September 4, 2020
I ask and I ask Your mouth stays shut My tears flow And nothing Nothing from you
Talking to you…Not a Pretty Girl 9/4/20
Heading into the weekend, I was listening to Ani DiFranco this morning while cleaning up the kitchen. Pleasantly kicking dishes asses, if you've ever listened to Ani before. Her song Not A Pretty Girl came on, and the first three lines immediately grabbed my attention. This song challenges me to stand up, be me, and … Continue reading Talking to you…Not a Pretty Girl 9/4/20
A Passing Glance – September 2, 2020
The things I notice That sway before my eyes Always turn to questions In disguise
It Must Have Been Kismet – July 31, 2020
A scent blown by The wind Lost as she travels And fulfills A blind destiny We will never outrun In our greatest sprint Even then We will be Chased By the laurals We hold up To make us whole In disregard To our one true soul
Whilom – September 1, 2020
Hanging on like smoke From nights past Gritty and nasty Rolling through the day Hair pent up And tangled So many tangles My fingers no longer twirling of boredom Left in the nights before As have you But this smell Does not wash out I cannot rid it’s cling Lingering in daydreams Dirty and lost
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