Happiness is fleeting |
You showed me happiness is fleeting
Now my heart lay on the floor bleeding
A whole in my chest where once it was beating
So, again, I am retreating.
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 16:33:00 GMT |
Jake’s Birthday |
Yesterday was Jake's birthday. He would've been 30. I celebrated by going to High Falls. That's where I feel closest to him. I miss him so much! I just wish there were someone out there who cared to u...
Posted by on Sat, 10 May 2008 13:24:00 GMT |
Some days |
Some days I think I'll never love again. Some days I feel like I never want to love again. Don't want my fragile, blown glass delicate heart broken again. Being committed to being alone is better than...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 06:49:00 GMT |
My Southern Comfort |
Lying in the dew damp grass
Looking at the fireflies
Dancing up above
To the musical syphony
Of tree frogs and cicadas
Backlit by a blanket of stars
The night scented with
Jasmine and magnolia
That's...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 06:44:00 GMT |
another one about him |
Porcelain, alabaster skin
China doll
Raven's hair
Eyes like coal
That now lay empty
Beautiful mind
Now quiet
No longer tormented
For your deaf ears
No longer hear
The tortured souls
Calling out y...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 06:37:00 GMT |
Underneath the mushrooms |
Underneath the mushrooms there,
if you look close enough,
you my glimpse the faeries
dancing their little faery dance.
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 06:34:00 GMT |
My Heart |
My heart breaks for everything I've lost.
My heart aches for all I continue to live for.
I cry a tear a day for each dream that's slipped away
and another for every promise that's been broken.
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 06:30:00 GMT |
People (I may be a little bitter) |
People play games
People break hears
People are cruel
People are mean
They're selfish
They don't care who gets hurt
and someone always gets hurt
People lie
People leave
Most never look back
People don...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 22:06:00 GMT |
Moonlight dances |
Moonlight dances
on the grass & in the trees
to the symphony
that nature plays.
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 22:03:00 GMT |
new poetry |
my heart is hurting
its tender and bruised
like some kind of fruit
that's been thrown
all around, with noone
to care for it.
start to cut out all the bad spots
til suddenly you
realize
if you keep cu...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 23:36:00 GMT |
