I’ve been here Well… Here and there But mostly here And I am tired Monsters chase Demons follow Consistent bellows From the gallows Sheeted ghosts Worn out Torn holes Becoming rips Leaving me here Trying to decide If I should continue Not just here But there as well Some days I am the sheeted ghost…
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…
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity. ~ Gilda…
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…
Today is this beautiful angel’s birthday! Tamara and I met when we joined Laura A Lord as co-editors for the online poetry publication The Reverie Journal. She is a wonderful poet who pours her passion into writing. Not only is she an amazing poet but she is a spoken word artist and a…
If I were to pick someone in the blogging world most like me it would be Joshua Stewart. He blogs at JStewart413 and he writes poetry. He writes way more poetry everyday than I ever have. He also uses pictures (or he did when I first found him) to add to his words…
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…
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