Some tomb-dark night,
when the stars seem perilously close
and the moon hangs like blame,
I might miss you.
But then, I’ve roamed
the gaps in the constellations
and found the cold delightful.
Always something amiss blue frost sweeping the edge
of a hard north wind An open wound
Festers in the flutter of consciousness
a patient soul smothered in dark ashes
Slumbering in discontent sleep
Shopping with my mother
I'm fifty going on nine
in the produce section
the green disarray of lettuces
flamboyant peppers add some flair as if Matisse had been let loose there.
Above our heads
Why are you so sad all the time?
Why can’t you get those same things off your mind?
By now you should have been fine The clock is ticking and all you’ve been doing is lying in your bed, lying to your ...
The stains of the day, oh how they cling. Seeking to control and direct me on paths that I may not want to take. Pulling and pushing, digging deeply into my conscious to sway my thoughts. Stealing fro...
Silence stopped a beating heart today.
The gold is mine and the flesh is yours.
But the gilded pay a heavy price:
the guilt of loss, of wasted hours.
If I had cared;
If I had shared.
If I had examined...
I’ll promise you hope and I’ll promise you an ache
But I just can't promise that I won't just break
I just don't know how to cope.
I'm not broken Just a little bit cracked
It's loudly unspoken
Some things are stolen
It doesn't have to be golden
Just a few words spoken
An all seeing omen.
They stole my tomorrows
I steal no borrow
A worn down shadow
I still wear the afterglow
I just want a li...
I have been quiet.
I have felt that I have been sharing too much of feeling low.
I have felt that I have been writing too much on not being happy.
I have felt the pressure within myself to feel more u...
The cove beckons me to the sea
it is really further
than it appears
We jinxed this thing
there is truly no honeymoon
just a wasted woman
in a timeshare skirting the coast
my four brown baries hold her secrets together.
she hasn't stepped in here since the last week in July. she's afraid of her own room.
I remember seeing everything: the way his hands traveled over her ...
Last night Last night I was willing To be with you Last night I was going To love you Last night I was going To be the one I was going to be naked Before your eyes Pouring my true self in you But last...
I'm angry because of my faults.
I'm angry because of my decisions.
I'm angry at real things that turned out to be illusions.
I'm angry I can't change the pain in my loved one's hearts.
Im angry that I...
I'm sorry but I wont be there when you come home. A fist full of fight is all I've ever known. Im tired of fighting, lose or win. The way we fight is to sin. So I'm sorry that I wont be there when you...
A past that brings pleasure
and good luck. A future that
brings confusion and a bad temper.
Lost in a half-lit room that contains
You’ll never know that being certain
of something you...
Don't tell me I'm not alone. At 3:27AM on a Friday when I'm smothered in my darkness with heavy thoughts and what if's clutching at my tear stained pillow. I sit up and look around the room to see tha...
I don't think you
I am not here for the attention,
or for any of the other
absurd reasons you have
come up with,
I am here for myself
and myself only.
you need to realize
the world does no...
She feels like all she does is re-build herself just to destroy herself all over again and she doesn’t know how to stop the cycle
These building blocks are getting tired
Wonder if they’ll hold up any ...