Her life is like a chapter book
offering only a little at a time
leaving you wanting more
Yet her coyness is not to tease
it is for her protection
from those who want it all
Her heart has been bended
folded
mutilated
Thrown on a dusty table
leaving it for the next browser
ear-marked at the juicy parts
One day, a kind, old librarian
will find this prized selection
and put it back where it belongs
Behind the protective glass of his love.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Original Poetry - Missing Chapter
Pages ripped from a book
and thrown into the flames
of fear and doubt
Hiding the words that hurt
yet garbled voices echo across
the years and the miles
The manuscript of my heart
still beats with distant memories
like the rhythms of a song long forgotten
One page remains
of a story still being written
one word speaks volumes.
and thrown into the flames
of fear and doubt
Hiding the words that hurt
yet garbled voices echo across
the years and the miles
The manuscript of my heart
still beats with distant memories
like the rhythms of a song long forgotten
One page remains
of a story still being written
one word speaks volumes.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Original Poetry - Confused Memories
Confused scribbles in chalk
on the blackboard of her mind
once erased lost forever
memories of dust floating in the air.
on the blackboard of her mind
once erased lost forever
memories of dust floating in the air.
Original Poetry - Hold That Tongue
Holding my tongue
before I say too much
offering my heart to you
like the proverbial lamb
for you to sacrifice
twisting knife of your hatred
oozing emotions
until they dry up
drip drip dripping
onto the floor
before I say too much
offering my heart to you
like the proverbial lamb
for you to sacrifice
twisting knife of your hatred
oozing emotions
until they dry up
drip drip dripping
onto the floor
Original Poetry - Do The Math
I added you
subtracted things
from my past
my futon beer bong jean shorts too
multiplied our debt
and divided our friends
but one plus one
is greater than me
for I am less than zero
without you
subtracted things
from my past
my futon beer bong jean shorts too
multiplied our debt
and divided our friends
but one plus one
is greater than me
for I am less than zero
without you
Original Poetry - A Broken Man
She opens her eyes
like the sun breaking through the clouds
and smiles
My heart breaks
because she used to be mine
and I wallow in self pity
Breaking my fast
on stale bread and cold coffee
because I don’t deserve better
Tears fall slowly
like morning dew
on a waking leaf
And I sit
in the broken chair
and stare out the cracked window
of what my life used to be.
like the sun breaking through the clouds
and smiles
My heart breaks
because she used to be mine
and I wallow in self pity
Breaking my fast
on stale bread and cold coffee
because I don’t deserve better
Tears fall slowly
like morning dew
on a waking leaf
And I sit
in the broken chair
and stare out the cracked window
of what my life used to be.
Original Poetry - Breaking Bread
Come to my table
and speak of days gone by
before guns and knives
and actions you can’t take back
Come to my table
and speak of a future
of living side by side
and working together
Come to my table
and speak to me
in words I can understand
where forgiveness is an option
Come to my table
and break bread with me
mano y mano
I am the enemy no longer.
Come to my table.
and speak of days gone by
before guns and knives
and actions you can’t take back
Come to my table
and speak of a future
of living side by side
and working together
Come to my table
and speak to me
in words I can understand
where forgiveness is an option
Come to my table
and break bread with me
mano y mano
I am the enemy no longer.
Come to my table.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)