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.
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
I shout through my teeth, As my throat begins to burn. The lightening 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?
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
My heart will always beat To the rhythm Of where you are.
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 it’s burrow, Fully exposed, Bringing life, Once again, To what’s already dead.
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