What happens In the moment Just before it hits you The whelm Of your non existent dreams The dreams you Think you want to play In your head Only to Make you wake Drenched And submerged In the love That surrounded You once upon a time
Tag: poetry
Out There – April 1, 2019
Something is different. Can’t quite put my finger on it, Floating around in my thoughts.
Crooked Eyes – December 20, 2019
The pictures I paint in my mind. You, your beautiful A mess And strong. Your hair is dirty and unnatural . Your words come easy, And so do you. The trust you give Makes my head tilt As I look back at you With crooked eyes.
Opaqued Vision – December 15, 2019
I fail to see You in me, Or anything Necessary To set be Free.
Hold On, To What – November 11, 2019
Dead They’re all dead I see them in my head Dancing and flirting Dropping Like flies Swatting Combative Trying to be free Let go Of the nothing That holds me instead
Spiced – November 18, 2019
Branches, scattered Leaves, clinging Against the dull heavens ~~~ Roasted with red spice.
Tears – December 10, 2019
In those moments She peeks around the corner I take a step back And hold my breath Hoping the tears Might pass me by
Expectations – October 20, 2019
Her death Smeared across my face Tangled my hair ~~~ I just prayed, or something like that I was strong enough ~~~ To see myself through And those I held dear Could weather the wrath I was about to Unleash ~~~ I no longer expect Much from others Except for The values I hold true
Talking to you…Brain Tumor 12/11/19
These thoughts come to you straight from March 10, 2019. Although, I feel them so clearly each and every single day. ^^^ I don’t ever remember you talking to us about it. I was scared to ask about it. It turned into the forbidden fruit, I was not tempted. Or brave. Or I didn’t want … Continue reading Talking to you…Brain Tumor 12/11/19
A Mother’s Daughter – December 9, 2019
Her hair flowed wildly Untamed The scent of Tall grasses blowing Frantically framing her thin face Ever so pale With a touch of color Creating a delicate surface Painting her emotions Much like her hair She felt the world In each cell That built her being
Six Feet Deep – November 29, 2019
I’m stuck in a hole Six feet deep I’m yelling and screaming But you’re too far away No where near I’m on another planet Lost in outer space It’s dark And I can’t breathe I see you through my telescope Comfortable And warm
Crying Alone – November 26, 2019
Sitting and breaking Ice cracking Slipping into the melt Searching for a balance In this flooded space ~~~ Looking up To see this contorting face Observing the reflection Of each relentless heartache The leftovers as they Trickle down ~~~ Standing between the open air I want so desperately to sip And an honesty, I’ve kept … Continue reading Crying Alone – November 26, 2019
Blueberry Sky – December 3, 2019
It is so hard To breathe her name The plastic covers my lips Pulling the oxygen from the air No reward, just stillness Lost in everyday minutes The mundaness of days And years, so many years Collapsed into decades My mind is fading Shuffling the outside down Her attenuation Is breaking into A shrill volt … Continue reading Blueberry Sky – December 3, 2019
Thirty-Two – December 5, 2019
I am not the fragile snowflake That melts upon contact With something slightly above Thirty-two I am the intricate weaving Under closer inspection A piece of life that regurgitates beauty In every aspect of its being Misunderstood or commended For the strength held within I will be seen By those who are looking I am … Continue reading Thirty-Two – December 5, 2019
Naked – December 3, 2019
My memories Are like flashbacks So vivid I can smell the day surrounding us And when I come to I’m left standing Naked In the middle of the street
Last – November 19, 2019
I just stopped Long enough to notice The last Of the last Holding on Against all odds To let go And feel the freedom Of the breeze
Quicksand – November 22, 2019
I pull the weight Hand over hand To get to you Slung over my shoulder Curled toward the ground I lean in to my own strength The tips of my fingers pulsing The pressure of the rope Strangling any kind of purpose Used to move forward Feet and hands, hands and feet Scurrying, grasping and … Continue reading Quicksand – November 22, 2019
Sliding – November 27, 2019
Riding this soft silky Slide Bumping And sailing into the air Splashing in my squeals Of endless joy Until I reach for her hand And realize it’s been gone For so long...
October 10, 2019
Are You Somewhere?
My Tiny Window – November 22, 2019
Laying atop, sinking in To these soft covers Velvety fur caresses my skin Watching the world Stand still. A dark thump Hits hard and falls. The nothingness That stands in its way Reflecting light Bouncing Shapes That define something That is never Really There. How many looking glasses Stand in our way Of moving forward … Continue reading My Tiny Window – November 22, 2019
DoRee MelNic 