Whoever made that
"Sticks and stones" parable...
I’m out of steam
So I fill my veins...
Yeah, it is true that
I can clasp my hands together...
If there ever
Was a way to...
I know you struggle sleeping
So I'm blowing you a kiss...
From the laying down of the letters
Into affectionate worded lines...
Sometimes I feel like saying
I have nothing more to say...
Tell me you don't love me and for you,
I am perfectly imperfect...
Weathered and bitter
Incapable of feeling...
We plant flowers in our chests
and bloom epiphanies...
You clawed away at my masks
Layer after layer had been shed...
.
In between elastic ticks...
I'm not defined by my outer appearance
That first glance of what you can see...
At times I think; those whom overcome with sadness
Overbeared by an unshakable heaviness in their...
Even before the day you were born
Life dealt you its first blow...
I took my..... .....eyes off
the road.. ..and into...
Empty little vessel
Sad twisted little thing...
Needles prick softly along my spine
just before Autumn, pine cones whisper...
Behind the smile that's painted on her face,
Remains a girl, who tries so hard to breathe...
What oh what could these lyrics mean,
I tell them to you, so you can see...
Dear Monsters of the night~
Do you honestly think...
1
some places...
If you could take an eraser
To the bits of life that sucked...
Draped in icy chill
We kissed with shivering lips...
As many others the lad had lived
through pain and joy...
Contrary to my reality.
Surrounded by people...
It's the ones that have the deepest scars
That have the purest and caring hearts...
Christi, it's your momma from Heaven
Could I please have a word with you...
How can you hold me with those same hands
That do stain my skin with fresh bruises...
She wore white to his funeral
some say it was the same dress...
Look at you just sitting there,
A show of pure delight...
i shoot in her heart
and now she is falling fast...
The parks seem empty, devoid of sound.... Hardly a...
never again will i feel this pain
I said...
No matter
how much we...
In this 32 degree fahrenheit
alley of life...
Blood red is the shadow round your eyes
as you look out on dying skies...
Handle me with care and
Embrace me with love...
Such a nuisance; is this damn
writers block, like a race against...
Monday morning,
Car won't start...
She may love me
Or...
In God's own calendar,
...years are days...
An inexorable wildfire of
nostalgia steadily...
Many years I've spent
Wasted on melancholy...
I know you buried me long ago
but...
That taste of silence bites the tongue.
It's stare is cold, it's breathing, still...
Her smile collapsed under the gentle touch
from that hand, pale like carved from milky jade...
The shadows will reach and smother this day
As evening approaches, no words left to say...
It must be said,
my words speak true...
How to forgive?
First...
War is a commodity, by which we live
A product we all produce and sell...
"I can't do this"
This is a thing I so often hear...
Disparate visions, dwell in my mind.
Reels of metaphysical images...
If I could find all of the smiles from all our...
then I would put them into piles, soak them in...
Sometimes it's the
people who are...
140 characters isn't enough to describe, the...
a bird's name begging for validation, typing...
You tell me that
I am beautiful...
It all starts when they say “It’s a girl”
They give you pink, give you glitter...
Hello?....just thought I'd phone....
was feeling sad....a little, alone...
Where are you now? (A poem about Dementia)
I’ve tried to find out where you go, when you...
If heaven had a postal service,
From earth to up above...