Words have power

Fueling smoke with more incense, Or is that part of my soul, my essence? I smell it burning, slowing dying, But there isn’t much to do; Am I really trying? – I thought it was a blade, That would end my life.  Or maybe a car crash, Or cancer that would finally strike.  – Whatever…

Locked doors

I sit, here, outside an empty room.  It’s door locked, it sneers at me.  Will I ever get entry?  Will I ever get to creep in? Will it open up to me it’s secrets held within? Pull out those keys; I know they are in your pocket.  Unlock that room; let me in.  Why give…

Things I wish I had….

I look at his eyes, I look at his lips.  There’s something in that face that I want; There’s something in that face that I wish were mine.  Is the the blue depths of those eyes? Or the plushness of those lips? I stare like a creep shamelessly,  Taking quite a while to figure out. …

Hidden chains

Confusing thoughts swirling, Decisions to be made pending. Why is it so difficult to choose? Would it be easier it there were no choice? Why does he linger over every thought? Why does he influence a choice he is not part of? Is it because he is? Or is it because you cannot let go…

Comforting pretense 

I grasped his wrist: it was cold as ice.  My fingertips searched for a pulse.  Why is it so cold in here? Who set the thermostat so low? Maybe I should go change the setting on the air conditioner.  My fingertips searched some more for a pulse as I watched his face in peaceful sleep. …

Pitter patter rain drops

Pitter patter rain drops Falling on me, drenching me In a mood of melancholy.  💧💧💧 Pitter patter rain drops Fall out of the clouds up high: A shower of blessings from the sky.  💧💧💧 Pitter patter rain drops Wet the ground, Quenching thirst of all around.  💧💧💧 Pitter patter rain drops Come down on me. …

Hope

What do you do when you can’t take it anymore? Do you scream and run, slamming the door? Do you wail and cry? Do you silently wait for it to pass by? What do you do when you can’t take it anymore? When pressure of one feels like the weight of four.  When you feel…

Not the mother of a son. 

Broken pieces on the floor; Was it a jar or her heart? That fell to the floor with a slam of the door As he walked away from a promise of Until death do them apart.  They flowed some and then some more, Tears down her nose, dripping onto the floor Rivulets streaming across her…