Friends, I have been rather stressed lately and dealing with some increased depression. But I went for a drive a few days ago and took some pictures looking out the window. It’s amazing how beautiful the world is, even if you can’t see it at first. I’ve been looking at these pictures today and realizing how gorgeous they are. But I noticed they all have … Continue reading Fences of Freedom
Darkness calls like a lover, cold in our bed. I’d like to answer in decaying kind. The screams are shaking my skull but The silhouettes say, “Carry on”. The shadows meekly wax and wane. Peripherally, I see them loitering Lost Stygian feline, begging for the Scraps of my sanity, soul, and saline. She comes for me, the Crone in her shroud, Like a grandmother, like … Continue reading Soon, My Love
Close Your Eyes If I thought my death might be a trigger To end some peace that you hold dear, Or that the world would stop spinning If I left you alone here, I might stay with you and forget The hollow feeling inside, But the waters unrelenting. The truth won’t be denied. I remember that day clearly, Every second ticking by, The realization in … Continue reading Close Your Eyes, a poem, a moment, a note
Soggy Coffin Throne Quietly considering her own mortality, She feels salty water rise. Should she stay sitting, Half buried by crushed seashells, Rocks and bones and sand, Chilly air will be replaced by The unbreathable reality Of her soggy coffin throne As the ocean’s ticking clock Strikes high tide. Continue reading Soggy Coffin Throne, a poem to drown by
Funny Funny how the world keeps turning even when your heart stops finding meaning in its beat. And when the wronged is lying but seems so honest and the good guy is blamed. Funny how the gender or race or wealth of a human is lifted up as the trigger for pain. And when the lies are regretted but it starts a war and someone’s … Continue reading Funny, a poem that is not
Someday When I wake, this I say, “Let me live my life today.” When I lay down, this I cry, “Let me live before I die.” Now I wake to the sun’s rays. I’d like to spend the hours at play. But money urges me to my desk. I won’t be getting any play or rest. Someday I’ll leave this job behind. I’ll find a … Continue reading Someday, a poem of hope and tears
Hello my demon friends and foes. I’ve come to offer you this rose. Salty iron, red with love, Dripping beauty, tears, and blood. Death is dreaming, soon to waken. Life is barren and forsaken. Plead with me for scales unweighted. No judge blinded, decided, jaded. Within the world of whispers quiet, Without the verbal pulpit pilots, Where only pride is price to paupers, Patience cannot … Continue reading The Judge, a poem for the forsaken
I don’t have any answers or poetry to share. Not right now. Just questions. And a headache. Is she sick or just resenting that I have not visited enough? Is she being narcissistic or is she having an actual problem? Is she failing mentally or just wanting me to do everything for her? Is she really upset or just begging sympathy about something a 5 … Continue reading Narcissism Sucks
I cannot play with you Today. I cannot take the time Today. But if you love me, take me Today. Save me from my duty Today. Remind me to live, to play Today. Or I might not care if I see Tomorrow. Continue reading Play with Me
Morning comes.Here i lie,To myself,About my day.I’ll get things done,I have a plan.To achieve,What i may.But I’m pretty clear,With honesty,I wont doAll that i plan.Ill end my day,Wishing hardThat i hadTaken command.Perhaps i willPretend toGo back in timeAnd do it right.Start again Right now, here,Get up. AchieveAll that I might. Continue reading All That I Might
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