Energy flows anxious A metallic madness Inside experience An undetermined groove Not yet known Morphing from dirty To clean again Steps taken full speed A hundred and eighty Into a slow silent breath The good being born The bad its twin Equal liquid gods In your shaky hands To shape and unshape To freeze and…
It was perfect A sphere String Wrapped up Just sitting Silent On her lap Sunshine colors Soft to touch Strong fibers Destined For greatness Before suddenly Falling hard To the floor Unraveling Unraveling Unraveling Unraveling Unraveling
It’s safe here in this space My beautiful diamond cave If my tears had fears I could shout, let it all out There is no day or night No open or closed signs No neon flashing arrows Just hard, strong walls Built from my own strength My own failures My own victories. No God or…
I was raised by my dad to believe I was strong. That I could do anything I put my mind to. And I believed him. When it came to work ethic and morality I was as strong as most. Put a goal in front of me and I would smash it to pieces. But……
I don’t like the way the wind Has been shaking this house Empty and cold a place I constructed a life time ago The creaking Once a lullaby Now sounds like screams I can’t sleep I can’t think It’s the house telling me To get out, go away, move on And some days I just…
I am not a writer. I am very adamant on this point. I write but that doesn’t make me a writer. A writer spends many hours learning the art of writing. They learn the rules and understand its etiquette. I know some amazing writers and to call myself a writer would seem disrespectful. BUT you…
Written by: Peter Olsen Blogger at: The Razor’s Edge I have no poetry No song No creative thought to help me. My voice…she has escaped. On the long journey away. How I have missed that spirit Who guides every stroke of my pen. That quiet sweetness and angst But alas she has left me. In the…
I don’t want to be trapped On the pages I’ve written A place where old scribbles Stare back in taunting rhyme Or be buried and entombed With the regrets collected Stained mosaic memories Reminding me of places I had once been confined I don’t want to be consumed By the heartbreak or deceit Spawned by…
There are some things we just have to experience to understand. I couldn’t stand listening to them whine. My classmates, my co-workers, my friends and my family coming to me and sucking my positive energy dry. Those with so called “depression” were always so negative and I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand. I am ashamed…
I am sleeping with a comfortable stranger, recognizable features, soothing snore; but you’re not same man I met over two decades ago. Like two ghosts sharing the same spaces, we rarely collide anymore; we just gave up trying and ended up simply co-existing. I long to lie in your arms once more, feeling your…
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