To Guilt or Not |
Tangled,
Trapped,
I find myself
Incapable of escape.
Language frustrates,
Emotions confuse,
Contact warps;
Held in location
A pawn waiting
To be placed.
I let others move me
Too tired to push away;...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 14:25:00 GMT |
Closed Casket |
Closed CasketMind running wildWith thoughts to Never appear trueTorn from front to backGrief anger lossRips through thoughtsLove hope belonging.My stupidity for fallingNot walking awayCaught in nothin...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 00:14:00 GMT |
In Response |
An Answer To Your "Real"
You make it seem that somewhere,
In the too small world,
The real exist
That it's possible the real will appear.
Still, could you just be full of talk,
Wanting one to...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 01:19:00 GMT |
Unattainable |
Unattainable
Placed on a high shelf
Brought down by self will
It teased- giving some of all it has
Leaving nothing for keeps.
It places itself back on the high shelf
None can see it from below...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 18:29:00 GMT |
Hopeless Help |
Hopeless Help
Miserable posted for all to see
Melancholy posted for one to read
A lending hand rejected.
She's right;
Too friendly and over caring gestures
Bring raised brows, awkward moment...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 18:25:00 GMT |
Not Average |
Not Average
I'm above
I'm below
Occasionally held center
But I assure you
I'm not average.
I forgive, never forget
I trust, yet always question
I laugh, but wish to cry
My understandi...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 18:22:00 GMT |
Cloud |
Cloud
Pure and radiant
New to the world
Untouched by all
Brave and tempting
It breaths the sun
It echoes the mountains
Mocking the valleys
Floating and passing
It leaves
For others to see
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 15:57:00 GMT |
Clown-ed |
Clown-ed
Porcelain skin-pasted
Happy lips- articulately applied
Vibrant hair- placed proudly
I'm clowned
Your jester- I'll do my best
Smile, laugh, giggle with glee
Each noise brings me closer to the ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 15:56:00 GMT |
Giving In |
Giving In
Trees twisted in painful poses
Mocking the pangs of a heart
Lost and wondering
Groping at the ground-
Fearful to become one
Eyes...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 15:55:00 GMT |
Abused |
Abused
How can two be so distant
Who once shared something so close?
A hand raised, words screamed
Belted and bruised I found
My heart
No longer willing to forgive
The lies, threats and tears
Along ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 15:54:00 GMT |
