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.
Tag: poems
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
The Looks – July 3, 2019
Toxic, The looks we give. Disappointment in a bottle. Scorching the fibers That build their self-esteem.
Talking to you…Emotional Block 6/15/19
Writer's block, So cliche. What about, emotional block. When your heart has given all it can, and stops to breath. You wait and you ponder, Feeling nothing. It's okay to be numb for awhile. It gives you time to exhale. When it returns, and it always does. You will be ready to spill it out … Continue reading Talking to you…Emotional Block 6/15/19
Spinning Tunnel – June 5, 2019
Untamed, tunnel spinning. The fairgrounds of grief. Dark And lonely. The murmurs coming from The end, calling us To the opening Across the way. The path unkind, So close. Arms stretched out Never quite there. Finger tips scratching The surface, Always present Slipping and clawing for traction. Shouting out silently For everyone to hear. The … Continue reading Spinning Tunnel – June 5, 2019
Gone Mad – April 14, 2019
People who go mad Have chosen to let go, Stop controlling the urges. ~~~ Madness lurks in everyone, Waiting for a worn down moment, That’s when the greatness is released.
DoRee MelNic 