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Relentless wind blows circular
The branches with long tendrils
Like twisted, crooked wire
Seem tentatively attached at best
With a serpentine s..
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Something inside is changing,
Rearranging and engaging
Within me a gleam of
light
Creep into bowels and crawl
Contorting my rise to a fall
Wh..
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In whines and tears she describes
Adistraught memory of yesterday.
Without blinking, I have acknowledged
And allowed this outburst.
How it's me sh..
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Goofy...not my style.
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And even though I have consistently
tried to ignore this warm,
tightness in my stomach,
it continues.
And I know the consequences,
but the thou..
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When I was standing in the warm, wet grass,
Feeling it come up between my toes,
And too much blood was rushing to my head,
All that would come to m..
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And I question, without you would there be me?
We have existed for so long in a house, a car, a yard.
There is no signal to notify when the ride is ..
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I wrote this when I was about 15 years old, (I am 26 now) but I love it and it is one of the best pieces I have written, but would love to revisit it ..
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coded with an underlying expression,
your deviousintent falls on deaf ears.
I am cornered and condemned without a rope to climb out
tight-lippedref..
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Demonstrating a sense of knowledge
Makes my sorrow somewhat less…
A selling of the truth
To the unconcerned.
I really shouldn't be so purpl..
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