Punk Rock Papa sent me some poetry yesterday. I am sure this one will resonate with everyone! I love getting poetry 🙂 PACING DARK by Briton Underwood I find my mind most at work when it should be shutting down Sleep. You need it It doesn’t listen. In fact, it never listens As I race…
You know those lights In the sky rises downtown How you look and wonder What’s going in there Youth is in there Long lean legs Secretarial lips Random raises In executive ties Dreams bought Nightmares sold As the lights go out One by one by one Until daylight Finally dawns And the aging reality…
I keep visiting worn out places Discarded memories scorched Revisiting all the same spaces I long ago thought I’d torched Wrap me inside your arms Stark colors spin too fast Burning tattooed flesh Comic strip stories from the past I can’t seem to refresh Keep me from dying inside I want to be somebody new…
Like a flame dancing I am mesmerized By your force Eyes flickering With secrets I’m obsessed To uncover Seeking the orange fire For narratives That spark my imagination Searching the amber glow Attracted to tales That call out all my fears Your heat igniting Feelings of calm The comfort of home A burning desire I…
You fall onto me A ghost from the ceiling Picking memories As if a strand of melodies Your hands search As if you’ve known me And I wonder Did you? Faint words land like tears Upon the pillow by my ears And your kiss just a whisper I cannot feel And I realize It’s me…
Everything Changes Walking down the street, you encounter a folded piece of paper on the sidewalk. You pick it up and read it and immediately, your life has changed. Describe this experience. The sky was a piercing sword grey and threatened to burst into tears at any moment. The weather likes to mimic me and…
The moment I saw you Your eyes swallowed my reality Held completely captive Seeing into the deepest part of me Your love drowning me Teaching me a new way to breathe No more the way it used to be The possibilities in you inspiring me Nothing could ever be, would ever be As important as…
Originally posted on FEARING CRAZY:
He confidently took her hand A stranger with no name And whispered “Come with me” a bit hesitantly I complied Because his smile harpooned me And his whisper Created a sense of sheer urgency His heartbeat Pounded in her palm, full sentences Between strong Fingers laced as if glued in…
Rows and rows of broken hearts Laid to waste in a garden of stones Flowers disguise the nature of sadness That torture the hearts of the compost remains Crowing birds hide the sounds Of their aching pains Moans from sorrow’s catacombs Like a symphonic maze they echo From the deepest down below Departing from this…
So many sad things happen to us and around us that are completely out of our control. Parents getting older and having health issues, we are getting older having our own health issues, parenting woes, war, violence, financial worries, safety concerns, abuse, neglect. The list is endless. I also know there are some beautiful and…
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