convulsing mood leads
only to the waking ache
of companionship
the frustration of longing
and a disappointing dream
convulsing mood leads
only to the waking ache
of companionship
the frustration of longing
and a disappointing dream
Sailing like petals
floating with the creek current,
words trail on pages.
If only my lips were as
well-versed and content to speak.
A raven lands, perched
outside my bathroom window,
watches my awkward
application of makeup
and battle with pantyhose.
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There comes a time when,
in order to win the war,
one must surrender.
So in defiance,
I lay not my head to rest.
Insomnia fails
when it cannot bother me.
Life finally starts;
settled in bed beside you,
I am home at last.
My things are scattered
in the hall; box upon box,
waiting for their place.
The morning finds me
sighing my goodbyes; knowing
after every day,
from now ’til death eternal,
I’ll always come home to you.
To feel such relief
and solace in the absence
of an empty life
exhale the pent up anger
inhale sweet contentedness
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He’s gone. Life can continue happier knowing there is a void where he used to be.
such calm while distant
thunderheads roll asunder
grasping moments’ fear
we were trembling here once
now we bow to the storm’s edge
Define the feeling
of being lost and alone
while in your own bed.
How do you quell such a pain…
when you must wait to go home?
Time behind the veil
reveals what needs to be seen;
the best, or the worst…
foundation of consciousness,
the building blocks of one’s soul. Continue reading
The senses succumb
while a consciousness lingers.
Sinking through the dark,
futile curses toward heavens
sluggishly fly to no one;
a last reach for life.
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Here’s a little entry for the We Drink Because We’re Poets Halloween Prompt: Fear. My greatest personal fear, although not really something that Halloween-scary, is drowning.
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