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Waiting for the day
I feel good
when I feel whole again,
like a real person
someone
who matters,
who isn’t just
impatient..
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Leave me to brood
on a lonely mountaintop
that overlooks the smoking ruins
of all my hopes and dreams
Leave me to rot
in a small ..
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Withered hands are steadyHolding on to what was mine,Cool as any cucumberPickled in life's brine
All our faults are realizedIn each silent moment pas..
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The peaks and valleys
of these, my wrinkled hands,
traversed in a silence
which no one understands
Each nook and cranny
shows hard..
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Passion turns whilenumbness reignsliving life once-removeduntil nothing remainsThoughts corrode asbitterness doesleaving dried-out huskof who I once w..
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What a thanklessjob I haveto raise you up and make you gladWhile my joyfades far awayAs I tend to you each dayThis "friendship" hasbecome no morethan ..
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I have dulled my emotions
with self-preservation
preferable in every sense but one:
my inability to
write with a passion
that is integral to art..
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Suppose I saygoodbye to youand treat you as I'm loath to do?Suppose I leaveyou high and dryand with noexplanation why?Suppose we goour separate waysea..
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Green waters,mountain gems,turned-up flowers,leaves and stemsBathed in beautyall around,both aboveand below ground Sunshine rises,light and dark,every..
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I have swallowed my poisonholding my grief, clutching my ragein blistered disbeliefLost within a tragedy, trapped inside my mind no other cell keeps m..
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