Stretching beyond bare branches And icicle tips Tunneling with breezes Flying down Snow winged streets Under her breath Whistling a tune Flanking sanity And trying to hold on
Tag: writings
February 15, 2021
I don’t bring many people here, I feel safer talking to myself. I’ve provided the padded room to let go. And I’m letting go...
Biography – February 5, 2021
It will always be My dirty little secret The thing I’ve kept Inside All built up On the utmost Negligent Pride
The Sadness Seeps – February 5, 2021
The sun brings no light And the darkness Surges ~~~ A halo of dense fog Handcuffing My thoughts ~~~ The quiet stench Predestined To make. Things. Run. Keep running…
Only a Soul – February 13, 2021
Alone A single Something Floating Crisp and chilled Persuaded by the wind Which way ~ Holding on And Dying slowly Because It’s not dead yet Looking miles upon miles Down the road Until it all turns to nothing ~ The most alone It will ever feel Is freeing And tempting Taking in All the frosty … Continue reading Only a Soul – February 13, 2021
Limbo – February 12, 2021
Screaming does no good Smiling doesn’t either Waiting for someone to notice Wastes ~ I think ~ The most time So here I am And there you are
Empathic – February 5, 2021
~~~ I do not know No I do not know your pain I feel it close to my heart But I do not know your pain ~~~ I’ve felt Shrill sheets of energy Shredding through my being ~~~ Back and forth Back and forth ~~~ Until I couldn’t anymore ~~~ I do not know your … Continue reading Empathic – February 5, 2021
February 5, 2021
Dainty and small This world swallows me all Rocked gently to sleep A porcelain doll
Talking to you…2/9/21
PARTS AND PIECES The Call That night rolled around in my head like one of those marble maze games for many years clinking up against dead ends and weaving its way through my everyday experiences. Should this even be a secret? Well, it’s not anymore. My flashback always begins at the Study Center on campus. I … Continue reading Talking to you…2/9/21
A Thought to Think on – January 19, 2021
Sitting here watching the minute snow droplets scatter to the ground. Rising up with a sense of fog yet duty. I believe in this human race, I believe in the children’s future. Turned around and shaken, I believe there will be a moment this divide is so great all we can do is let go.
Remnant – June 8, 2020
She took What I deserved and Painted me in mud the dried up dress I wear today Pulled tight And cracked at the seams
January 1, 2021
The light is going It’s almost gone The snow clings to branches Holding Holding on
Wallflower – December 30, 2020
I’ve cried before Wept through tears Touching the center of the earth Where she wails with me I feel her shiver Unparalleled Screaming up With no voice Sputtering as softly as a gasp Never anyone Close enough to hear Adept and Hard at work I know They’ll never hear me
Talking to you…12/27/20
PARTS AND PIECES Sewing Stockings So, I sew. Kind of, sort of. I dabble. It’s like this. My mom taught me how to thread the machine, and sew a pillow. It was fun and I liked it. I made so many pillows. I probably learned to do this (I’m guessing) when I was around 8 … Continue reading Talking to you…12/27/20
Turbulent – November 23, 2020
Static and messy A grayed out Fuzz ~~~ Dancing With a call To the wild Heart ~~~ Bleeding Crashing Tossing and rolling ~~~ Luring Into the tepid depths Of our quell ~~~ Searching for What was once a Mutual affinity
Castles in the Air – December 7, 2020
I walk with her Sometimes holding her hand An eraser At best Fingers resting On the small of my back ‘Swayed-ing’ me This way and that Fleecing a lullaby I’ll never grow used to this dance Holding her hand
Terra Firma – December 18, 2020
Sometimes In the deep feelings The stuck Holds your hand tight And blows you a kiss. Believe me It’s not how one likes to be kissed, But at times it’s all we have And when we awake We realize it was not a dream We were most alive.
Wounded – December 14, 2020
I cannot fall any deeper Into the depths Of your heart ~~~ I love you, always
November 12, 2020
Sketch by BMM She never let me in. So, I never let anyone in either.
Curtain Call – December 9, 2020
Sitting in the moon light So I can see you In it’s gaze Laying down And breathing in Until it hurts Releasing The madness Pouring out Into a mist All around us Floating Like bees in the dark Leading the blind And Misplaced It has always been me You truly see In the gaze Of … Continue reading Curtain Call – December 9, 2020
