Minutes turn to hours Hours to days Time ticks on Dormant she lays Staring with Unseeing eyes No conscious perception Of what she is seeing Focused solely On the dull ache inside As her heart beats on Keeping her alive Exhaustion finally claims her Slowly steals her away Into fitful sleep Where the pain StillContinue reading “LIVING THE DREAM”
Monthly Archives: November 2011
TREE OF PROSE
My words pour forth To free myself My mind My heart My soul For you I am still Silent and waiting The tree of my prose stands bare Dark and alone atop the hill Unprotected from the bitter chill For you came like a gale force wind And the leaves were whirled away Far offContinue reading “TREE OF PROSE”
TIS THE SEASON
White gossamer wings Reflecting the north-flowing waters Rapidly flying south Grey clouds lowly hover Looking as if to blanket the trees Reflecting the heaviness She feels in her heart The sadness That floods Her soul While others plan their festivities To mark a time of giving thanks All she can do is wander lost UnderContinue reading “TIS THE SEASON”
BITS AND PIECES
And when you realize How broken it really is Do you toss it away Or try harder to fix it Broken beyond repair Healing Learned behavior From years of neglect I don’t know when exactly I wrote this, what it was intended to be, but I found it scribbled on a scrap of paper inContinue reading “BITS AND PIECES”
DISEASE AND DISASTER
She couldn’t be certain Though it really mattered not Which came first Each feeding the other Was the disease The cause of her disaster Or did her disaster Cause the disease Regardless . . . Disease and Disaster Go hand in hand Ruling with an iron fist Encompassing her entire world Snuffing the light IlluminatingContinue reading “DISEASE AND DISASTER”
Quote of the day
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. ~Khalil Gibran
PRECIPICE
I did not reach This dangerous precipice Of my own accord Nor am I capable Of leaving that way He who brought me here Left me alone in darkness Dangling precariously On the fatal ledge Will have to be the one To take a step forward Reach out to me And take me home ©2011Continue reading “PRECIPICE”
ENIGMA
She was a beautiful wreck That he refused to let go of Her insanity her sweetness Her idiocy her brilliance Inconclusive in the running Head to head Neck and neck Never knowing One moment to the next Who she would be When that trigger was flipped Vile and venomous Hateful and loathing Sweet and caringContinue reading “ENIGMA”
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