i spent all night tossing in my bed
torn between my heart and head
what he wants is not so clear
am i just sport or is he sincere
i spent all night tossing in my bed
torn between my heart and head
what he wants is not so clear
am i just sport or is he sincere
and beneath its outstretched arms
a world awakens slowly
taking in the warmth and glow
gently rubbing its eyes
to look out the window
bathed in the sun's glory
lives ready to open
the autumn and its mysteries surround her as she walks......leaves dancing slowly by her feet, waiting for those that remain on the trees, to join them...the sky has a mystical magical visage, even in it chillier moments, the warm smell that emanates,all around.....she continues on her stroll, feet gently nudging the leaves beneath them....eagerly inhaling every scent the air transmits to her.....
the scarey thing about having fear
with it your thoughts are never clear
it blinds all logic, destroys all sense
immobilization its sustenance
ive lived this way for so long now
i want to change...i dont know how
this thing in my chest that beats so fast
knows nothing good in life will last
and yet it opens loud and wide
to let someone else look deep inside
why bother keep it closed i say
perhaps that is the only way
the little girl looked for a place
where she could hide her
wounded face
a place of safety
warmth and care
a place that never
existed
anywhere
and so her refuge never found
she felt so lost and
run aground
she stood transfixed, frozen by the sky and the wind that rustled through her hair....tiny chilly droplets, like diamonds, fell and glistened upon her cheeks, as the wind caressed her body, eyes closed, she could feel the sun glowing upon her as the diamond droplets continued to fall.......she wanted to feel this way forever, so alive and a part of the true world around her
again i am not sleeping
too tired for any weeping
insomnia demented
why am i so
tormented?
the night drifts slowly by
as she listens
to the raindrops on the streets
as they glisten
to the thoughts in her head
some of joy
some of dread
she sat in the bottom of the pit, crying....she did not know how deep the pit was, as she could not look up....if only she could float to the top of the pit, on her tears
he walked and stopped
along the dusty road
looking back
to measure his load
but up ahead in full
profusion
was something real
not an illusion
he stood still and thought
which way to go
to real and fine
where he could grow
or in the mud
so dark and slow
my heart pounded quickly
sounds muffled and deep
feeling quite prickly
unable to sleep
mind loudly racing
plagued by thoughts
of all kinds
no way to stop them
nor leave them
behind
tired beyond measure
yet the incline to steep
unable to find me
a way to go sleep
the night softly pattered
on my still wakened self
as morning approached
with its usual stealth
the reason that i write this blog
a place to put my heart
i feel that it is safe here
noone to tear it all apart
to wrestle with my feelings
and those of whom i care
cause im so scared in person
i wouldnt even dare
the poet walked the poet's walk
the night was quiet
there was no talk
alone again herself
she found
no tears would fall
heart run aground
you never really looked at me
saw only what you wanted me
to be
you didnt glance into my heart
took only what you needed to
play your part
you didnt really take the chance
you the only partner
in your dance
this ended oh so long ago
you stayed the same
i chose to grow