I miss the way your words calmed me How we used to write so eloquently Blinking cursors dancing together Creating symphonic stanzas in verse I can’t do that anymore… ever…. Not without you anyway… never… Because important pieces are missing And nobody could ever do the replacing For a short while you braved my storm…
Self-prophesied aches chase me Like they are never going to stop Ghosts from the past materialize Wearing sheets stained long ago Moaning From the pain I’ve caused Forgive me future for I have Forsaken the dwellers within Creatures created from my thoughts Expectations and condemnations Appearing like a phantom symphony Bellowing life from distended…
I wrote this when I first started blogging. I guess relationships are something I have always over analyzed and today is no different. Words4jp made me think of this poem I wrote so long ago. Our relationship wouldn’t last long It was nearly over before it even began I knew it even as I held…
Learning to set the people free that want to leave is hard… it takes time for people like me.
I am cold down deep And in that place I hide; My home void of life. I sit confined all alone Content to waste away. But then… Your arms reach for me And hold me so tightly. I can feel your warmth And subconsciously, I press into your heat. The cold I’ve maintained Relinquishes its…
Do you ever feel like you have a million things to say to a hundred different people but you don’t because you are afraid they won’t hear you, they won’t care, they won’t understand? We are becoming words on a screen… body language is being left out. I can say I need help but you…
These knives drip cerise history The life blood of past martyrs Have been absorbed by sandy gravel Knives crafted to feed our names To our virgin soil; our earth Tilling our plots of land into stories We will create our own sacred ground
It happens more than I would like to admit but some stories punch me right in the heart and it takes a bit of time to get it to beat again. By now everyone has seen the viral video of the dad singing Blackbird to his son (who died shortly after his mother did). I…
For awhile I held on to the belief things would be ok. I felt I knew you well enough and you knew me… and somehow we meant enough… and we would be ok. I may wonder, now and then, where I would be now if we had never met; but I never wish we had…
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