Untethered And floating, Silence In the dark. A mother Hears these things.
I try to explain The direness Of it all My head Falls Softly to my chest The tears Can’t help But roll away Your lack of life Halts the ability To take in What I am floating And I worry Because This Is all we have
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.
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
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
Sometimes, I wonder ~~~ How do you hear The birds chirping, And not get annoyed? Shut the fuck up! ~~~ In the same breath Keep on chirping!
The lonely road, Nobody chooses. Few end up walking It’s length. The path lined with flowers Is much more enticing. Warm and inviting, Full of others making their way. Each filled with lessons. Each deceptive for what they are. Your strength in the moment Can guide you in your choice. I advise, To listen wisely … Continue reading Path Weaver – May 21, 2019
The lonely leaf tumbles by. Flittering through life Not knowing which answer to give, Or what emotion to display. Moving along at whatever pace the wind blows.
I feel it loud and clear. The world speaks in sentences. I am yours. I am beautiful. I make noise, can you hear it? I am loud! I am a whisper in your ear. I am what you make me. I am hopeless. I see the good. I see the bad. I feel the pain. … Continue reading Life – 2017
I feel most at home, alone amongst the trees. My mind wonders to thinking about life, and all that it is. Today I wonder where my mom felt most at home. Would she like to join me in silence listening to the leaves chatter in the wind. Would she want me to keep the precious … Continue reading Free – February 6, 2019