entire worlds exist behind each set of eyes as they stare intently or close to contemplate finding tales that will never see the light of day as lives play out inside minds daydream and play pretend imaginary friends that lead the way in tickling spring rain in warm summer grass in crisp fall leaves in … Continue reading worlds
Category: poetry
it’s a poem… just deal with it
For the most part my resurgence in posting as of late is just me diving back into myself. Allowing me a chance to be me for a while and to work with something I love. Words. My love affair with words started when I was young. Very young. When my older brother started reading I … Continue reading it’s a poem… just deal with it
clean up special
I've been cleaning out my office space instead of writing, in celebration of that I thought I would reach into one of these two huge file folders filled with poetry and share one from 1996: And drowsy wishing for that half sleep I wait for what will come to take me away as I know … Continue reading clean up special
I can’t write a post so you get poetry instead…
In fits and starts It’s always the way they come to me Sometimes pouring down and drowning my thoughts Fixing me in just such a spot That I’m helpless until I release them. Pinned in place with no release The friction causing as much tension in my body As it does in my mind the … Continue reading I can’t write a post so you get poetry instead…
fallen
One after another we fall each in line with no cause but pressure the touch of the one before a line of dominoes the closer we are the faster we fall. But picking back up? That takes longer.
sleepless poetry
night sleepsbut all those around me come to lifewith their quiet breathsfluttering eyesthe beating of their hearts and I know nownow more than ever during the daythat they are so full of lifefull of lovefearfreedomI wish I could join them.
poetry sunday
3-28-07 years have passed my tearful eyes have dried my stoic mood has brightened and though I never wanted it my heart has tendered it only took the rain to show me
poetry sunday
October 8, 1997and drowsywishing for thathalf sleepI wait for what will cometo take me homeor take me awayas I knowthe two hoursI slumbered last nightin someone else's armswere not enoughand can never replacethe hours I could have spentwrapped in my sheetslike mythology in my own worldnever knowing who I amor caringbecause there I can fly
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