Tag: DRMN

The Family – August 12, 2019

The ancient ivories, Say it’s not so. Make the calls for us all below. Wining and dining, With whom they choose. Ignoring or lifting, And constantly shifting. Follow the lead Of the one chosen seed Inside so much accumulated greed. Can do no wrong But, does that equal right? Whose hands are we in, anyway, … Continue reading The Family – August 12, 2019 →

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.

First – August 12, 2019

A pureness Untouched, and bare. My innocence Painted the room Naive. Expectations floating Above my head. Caught and filleted, Rugged, Atop a flat cutting board. That summer night, Staring up at the nighttime sky. I asked, why. With a muddle of thoughts passing me by.

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 →

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.

Talking to you…Somewhat Ironic 8/11/19

A couple days after I wrote these words... ~~~ Cant let go, Can’t go back, Can’t move forward. ~~~ I was reminiscing this afternoon, because what else do you do on a Sunday, and remembered this... ~~~ In the middle of a conversation He got up and walked away. Because, he says, “I get over … Continue reading Talking to you…Somewhat Ironic 8/11/19 →

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?

Talking to you…The Herd 8/9/19

My thought bubble just burst... It is not you, against the world. Last time I checked, the world didn't know your name. It’s big, you’re small. A speck of dust in the wind. That’s how much power you contain. ~~~ Unless, The world opens up And swallows whole One person’s Chant Their absolute rant. Then … Continue reading Talking to you…The Herd 8/9/19 →

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 →

Talking to you…Nice to finally meet you 8/3/19

So far, I’ve mostly let you piece me together, or make up your own mind. Sometimes creating someone else’s story is so much more fun. So, if you’re satisfied with what you know, I’d stop reading this post now. But if curiosities killed the cat, then here we go... I am not good at owning … Continue reading Talking to you…Nice to finally meet you 8/3/19 →

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 →