Wind in the leaves Is all I need. Man made Beauty Tends To evade A forsaken soul. I must learn To find simplicity In my little hole.
Category: poetry
Forever- October 12, 2019
The movement of this water The rise and fall A disappearing act By the light That peaks in-between Ups and downs Waning from my sight Just under the horizon Displaying a brightness Of colors That play An orgasmic show Until the dusk takes over And scares it away Pulling the stars out from hiding Shooting … Continue reading Forever- October 12, 2019
Spliced – October 14, 2019
I watch, as this world rolls by. It’s not smooth, But it has a way Of showing up Spliced.
Cold Breeze – October 10, 2019
Let the cold breeze blow It always does Right on time Never late Or early When it’s ready Hoping we will be too
Time October 10, 2019
Sitting Frozen Thinking If you had the choice Would you do it all again Knowing where the road leads But not where it ends
In My Head – August 31, 2019
It just hit me Like a bag of rocks. Hard, Knocked me down Then Spun me around. My inner roommate Has taken over.
Mornings With You – October 9, 2019
Where does the warm water run, When I can feel the chill of your edge. The ups and downs Of where you take me Is bordering on Insanity. I feel the room, And you are here Beating a drum in my head. Over again, So loud We both want to scream. What is it going … Continue reading Mornings With You – October 9, 2019
Bring It Home – October 7, 2019
What it is That we see... We look, We gaze, We blink our eyes. Not a thing Means much more Than anything else. We’ve all seen it, Everything Before us, Behind us, within us. Believe me when I say I’ve looked everywhere, and it’s waiting no where. But I feel it all over. Why can’t … Continue reading Bring It Home – October 7, 2019
Talking to you…Little Girl 10/4/19
I wrote a stream of consciousness poem the other day in response to a post from The Alchemist Studio. For those of you who are grieving or struggling in some way or another, this is such an opportunity! Release... I want to share my poem with you, in hopes you’ll check out A Vase of … Continue reading Talking to you…Little Girl 10/4/19
Tonight, With You – October 2, 2019
DISTANT, The haze of stadium lights HOVERING Above my eyes. Alien shaped PUFFS Illuminate the clouded sky. So far, But right here. STIRRING my imagination Of what lies ahead, TONIGHT. Dreaming above my psyche In the haze of stadium lights WITH YOU.
What? – September 13, 2019
Your vantage point Brings me closer to fine. Or, does it break me In places I thought I put behind?
Omitted – 9/30/19
It’s over, I’m done Disregard me Pushed aside. I don’t feel it anymore What you try and hide. I am me You should stop and see It’s pretty great here. I’m alone, But free.
Empty Illusion – September 15, 2019
Open flashes Sitting behind a window Endless and untouchable. Wanting and yearning Nothing to fill the gap you’ve left. A permanent void. ~~~ I could write a thousand lines, I could feed myself all the bullshit About our perfect family, But I cannot anymore The illusion is bygone. Eaten by the knowledge Of allowing my … Continue reading Empty Illusion – September 15, 2019
Thoughts In Death – September 20, 2019
I can't help, but See her in the grasses On bended knee amongst the cattails. Deep in her prairie Where she went to be. ~~~ The awe of what’s invisible Content on rising, Always in the east. ~~~ Each and every Passing moment Wasting away. ~~~ She sits alone Hands pressed against her chest Swaying … Continue reading Thoughts In Death – September 20, 2019
Hiding In Front – September 13, 2019
What’s your crutch, Are you still standing? Is your limp Pronounced enough, To feel the fear? Falling, Hesitation. Pride stripped down Beneath your belt. Is anyone looking?
Blasé – September 22, 2019
Leaves me And picks me up Puts me down And tosses me around, But Without it I’d be so high strung Hooked to the roof top I’d be hung.
Shaking Fingers – September 24, 2019
Trees Blow at me. I can’t stop them, Or make them, I see them. Shaking fingers Luring me in...
Front Door – August 21, 2019
All the beautiful places, All the beautiful things, All just one simple step Right out your front door.
Lullaby – September 25, 2019
Lost in the roll of these hills Needling to find the words So, so far traveled. What will they amount to, If I cannot? Sitting down Facing you Is all I’ve ever wanted, To go away. The uncontrollable trembling Overtakes me While I fight To find these words, So precious A lullaby to my soul.
Never Had A Choice – September 15, 2019
Resenting everything, after. Life seemed slow and cruel. It ate at me, Spitting me out Bit by stale bit. You left me high and dry. One thing, I revisit often now, Is that you had the choice to move And I would never. Your jovial trips and carefree holidays Will always Haunt me. Because I … Continue reading Never Had A Choice – September 15, 2019
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