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…
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.
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…
It’s been a little over 25 years since my husband and I became a couple. I wrote this a year ago and it still holds as true today as it did then. I am NOT an endings kind of girl. Chances are if I ever loved you in any way then I still do; I…
I kidnapped a few blogs for a week or so. Come help me stir up some trouble… I mean fun…. *rubs hands together and laughs maniacally
I feel like Christmas came early and Lisa gave this beautiful gift. Her words have always been a light inside of my dark despite the darkness she herself fights. I am so very grateful for friends like her. She said something beautiful I never want to forget in her comments. She is more like a…
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…
If you meant the words you spoke Wouldn’t I feel them somehow? So far gone I couldn’t hear you anyhow Mouth moving, hands jumping My fingers touched your lips…stop Eyes begged you to find someone else I strip off all that the world offers The earrings you bought To match our wedding ring The necklace…
