Where does the warm water run, When I can feel the chill of your edge. The ups and downs Of where you take me Is bordering on Insanity. I feel the room, And you are here Beating a drum in my head. Over again, It’s so loud We both want to scream. And rid the … Continue reading Mornings With You – October 9, 2019
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Talking to you…11/15/19
From my discovery of the song, Falling Slowly, I came across the movie “Once”. It’s a love story that is completely ordinary, but out of this world at the same time. Life can feel so mundane unless you choose to see the beauty in the little things even if they only last for a brief … Continue reading Talking to you…11/15/19
Constant Hum – November 10, 2019
Photo by Ari Words step in front of me A distraction The constant hum Silenced in the movement of life To be forgotten Slightly Just enough To know there was once something there.
Nothing Is, As It Seems – November 3, 2019
Sketch by my daughter, she felt more comfortable with a different piece, so here it is. A sincere thank you to those of you who took the time to share your unique perspectives with her on being an artist. I hope you enjoy the poem in it's entirety. What do you think about the concept … Continue reading Nothing Is, As It Seems – November 3, 2019
Talking to you…Nothing is, as it seems 11/13/19
So, to those of you who have been following along with my Nothing parts 1-5, I have one more verse I’d like to add to finalize the poem. However...I have a favor to ask of each of you first. My daughter drew a sketch (a few months back) that holds the exact feeling visually I … Continue reading Talking to you…Nothing is, as it seems 11/13/19
Nothing Part 1 – November 3, 2019
Nothing Flatlines Because it’s no more Than nothing. Life ceases to roll To wrap around anything You tinker and you toy Playing with So much more Than What it is.
Nothing Part 2 – November 3, 2019
Sketch by my mother’s mother It could mean everything, It could mean the most important thing. How Then Is it Nothing?
Nothing Part 3, 4, 5 – November 3, 2019
Your nothing Is different Than my nothing. If nothing Is just nothing Then it’s all the same, But it’s not Just listen. ~~~ It is everything Unwrapped Scattered all over Our minds Can’t make sense of Nothing So It turns us Numb. Not dealt with, Null and Void. ~~~ We fight against nothing. How can … Continue reading Nothing Part 3, 4, 5 – November 3, 2019
Nothing Part 4 & 5 – November 3, 2019
It is everything Unwrapped Scattered all over Our minds Can’t make sense of Nothing So It turns us Numb. Not dealt with, Null and Void. We fight against nothing. How can that be nothing, It has to be something, right?
Nothing Part 5 – November 3, 2019
We fight against nothing. How can that be nothing, It has to be something, right?
Tune In – November 6, 2019
She’s an illusive creature I cannot touch I see her in flashes Smiling at me Or somebody Frozen Etched into My bark forever Cut into the shape of her liking My mind Never made up Because she’s always tapping Begging the question In the background Playing On a fuzzy screen Move the antenna So I … Continue reading Tune In – November 6, 2019
Night Terror – November 5, 2019
A staunch feeling Trickles Into the open air That surrounds me The constant buzz Singing to me Late into the night The Free flow Of thought That passes Through Sits me up straight And rigid Teller of stories Until I break Sinking back in To the loneliness Of the open air That surrounds me.
Time Warp – November 4, 2019
Tired and tingly Zooming Faster and faster Caught in this shitshow Of who knows what Or where it began Flying through blinks Never stopping Or slowing Whizzing But feeling it all Every single drop Or ounce Of love And hate Awkward and chest puffing Not knowing Where it’s going to end Trying to take it … Continue reading Time Warp – November 4, 2019
Seeking and Searching – October 12, 2019
I find myself Chasing This constant high. Take me Where she took me. Let me feel Again And again. Until I can feel no longer, Or it doesn’t matter. I stir this pot we’re in Until it boils over. I see the flaw, And there Is no fixing what is broken. Just living with what … Continue reading Seeking and Searching – October 12, 2019
Seductive Circle – September 30, 2019
The day starts, as it ends Over and over again Perpetual repeat Looped Circling my head In my thoughts Running the track Dizzy, dizzy Thinking the sprockets sprung Ding, I’m done.
Talking to you…Trampoline 10/30/19
This song takes me there...Trampoline, by SHAED Picture by ARI Link to music video - http://www.youtube.com/watch Lyrics I've been havin dreamsJumpin on a trampolineFlippin in the airI never land just float thereAs I'm looking upSuddenly the sky eruptsFlames alight the treesSpread to fallin leavesNow they're right upon me Wait if I'm on fireHow am I … Continue reading Talking to you…Trampoline 10/30/19
Talking to you…My mother’s closet 10/28/19
Beside her bed, Behind a lanky Door Perched love On every shelf. Stepping in and Pulling the string I can still feel the tension, And then A deep click and grind, Illuminating life. Squatting in the corner Filling the entire space Alone, Sitting cross legged as Time ceased to move. No one bothered to find … Continue reading Talking to you…My mother’s closet 10/28/19
Broken – October 21, 2019
You knew I was broken, But you did it anyway. ~~~ Your boyish charm Mistaken for grown up ideas. The blanket you spread, A moments reach from being saved From You, But we were left alone To our own childhood misfortunes. Took what you wanted, What I was willing to give. To be seen or … Continue reading Broken – October 21, 2019
Blank – October 11, 2019
Something jostles my eye Thought eluded Onto the next Mind feels strangled Lack of air Head turns to look Still nothing Wandering My fingers crawling Trying hard To pull it out Open the bag Stark white and clean Lost in nothing Searching For what it was I just put down Over there Out of reach … Continue reading Blank – October 11, 2019
A Seasoned Walk – October 18, 2019
Terra-cotta fall. Soft and somber, Muted Until the crunch. Moving slower Drifting hand in hand No where to go, Or to be. Past turning around. Stirring my imagination, Caught, Tangled in a stare. For a split second, The reflection is clean. Can’t erase the beauty I’ve just seen.
DoRee MelNic 