Marilyn My Bitterness > Writing | WritersCafe.org

As I stare into the bleak white ceiling I question if you're feeling the way I'm feeling The minutes begin to melt together with hours And the depr..

A poem in seven words.

I see you bleed in elements Iron to be exact Your question on how I know this? That is my knife in your back And my hand cupping your throat Whi..

This poem will be a work in progress Until the day that I die Because love is everchanging Ever captivating And it's all mine You ask why my poet..

Were you expecting a spectacle extraordinaire? A show to wow and fill all the seats with no room to spare? Well here it is, I hope you are well pr..

I press my fingertips to your cheek Your form beautiful and Right I feel the coldness of death Slip right into my soul And rob me of all of my mig..

Is this something I should be saying to you? With urgency regulated with deep concern? Perhaps I should be screaming this, Until it bleeds through..

A companion poem to my love's haiku.

This anger and rage Boils deep in my core Everytime I see a smirk I want to see no more I smile and wave And put on this intricate pretense Bu..

O envious sinner So proud, so strong I beg an answer What went wrong? You knew of me well Yet rejected my ways And expected blessings All and..