is it sadness or is it madness that permeates my soul this longing for TIME LONG FORGOTTEN BY MOST a time of carefree youth that I squandered NOT REALIZING one day it would be gone so busy chasing an elusive dream never stopping to see the beauty in the sun wanting to grow up so […]
Two plastic eggs On a fake china plate Two embryos Vying for life in a petri dish Two ideas Whose time has yet come Waiting for life to be breathed into them Like a man that is way past his prime Socks sagging around his ankles Shuffling feet Heading no where fast Walking to the
You enter into the room and I am at once lost and found I am you and you are me and we are one but we are nothing and everything at once we are whole united In romantic love we are always searching for that feeling. That initial feeling of falling in love, deep,
Statuesque and tan cut-offs and a striped tube top Long blond hair flowing as she twirls Tossing, spinning, twisting Skyward the stars glinting in the evening light She bends, one leg high in the air behind her She scoops it up and smiles at me laughing. She is everything, I want to be. I feel
The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “information.” My contribution this week is a Stream of Consciousness poem. I usually spend hours and days working on a poem before I send it out into the world but today I am sending it out as it is no editing except for spelling. It is
Just woke up a few minutes ago. Trying to get myself together to get my day going. Fleeting memories of Amber’s hands pass through my peripheral vision. They look rough from years of dishes. She says they are scarred now because she shoots up in her hands. Those tiny little perfect hands that look like
I am drawn to you like an errant lover I return time and time again seeking solace Finding none and finding everything You call to me from the depths of my soul Fear bubbling up from the deep Sucking me into your undertow Storm waves surge Reaching for me I claw my way up Trying
When this poem first came to me, I thought it was about a prior relationship. The more I looked at this poem and worked with it to get it exactly the way I wanted it to be, I realized it was about so much more. I look into my eyes. I am lost
