A sadness - one I've never felt before
I'm needing the redemption of your touch
Love disappears behind a guarded door
Constricts my heart until it is too much
I age to bear this heartache all alone
Though worse it may be to your open eyes
As witness to our lover's plan gone wrong
You judge the execution of my sighs
Emptiness will consume my thoughts into
A spiral into black futility;
This dark cloud that distracts me from your view
Brings nothing but impossibility
A longing for your searching, tender kiss
Returns me to this cold unhappiness
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Birthday
As you held him close
in the warm, comforting room
it was one year later
but she was there too
Outside your window
covered by cold darkened snow
I softly sang Happy Birthday
But he didn't know
in the warm, comforting room
it was one year later
but she was there too
Outside your window
covered by cold darkened snow
I softly sang Happy Birthday
But he didn't know
Thank You for Listening
You readers are my friends
and mean so much to me
But I cannot and do not respond
as much as I should
because it's not really poetry
Rather a daily diary of my life
and all of my insecurity
bout the life I have and want
the one that will never really be...
Yes. This is really me.
and mean so much to me
But I cannot and do not respond
as much as I should
because it's not really poetry
Rather a daily diary of my life
and all of my insecurity
bout the life I have and want
the one that will never really be...
Yes. This is really me.
Monday, February 5, 2007
Songbird
And now
Everywhere I go
Deep inside of my mind
His unkind voice sings:
You failed
You failed
You failed
You failed
You failed
You failed
You failed
You. Failed.
Everywhere I go
Deep inside of my mind
His unkind voice sings:
You failed
You failed
You failed
You failed
You failed
You failed
You failed
You. Failed.
“Courage” and Doubt
How could you doubt
the very soul
who helped to create
and sustain the life
that I now so tenderly hold
Your "courage" is too bold.
the very soul
who helped to create
and sustain the life
that I now so tenderly hold
Your "courage" is too bold.
Ink Turned Dry
Today you gave up again
and my golden pen
ink turned dry
could no longer
transcribe the sigh
that you accepted
so willingly
once upon a time
when our sheets were warm
when we never dreamed of goodbye
and my golden pen
ink turned dry
could no longer
transcribe the sigh
that you accepted
so willingly
once upon a time
when our sheets were warm
when we never dreamed of goodbye
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