Tag: inspiration
sunlight
Just outside the door I linger now,
around a dirty plastic table;
my face lifted and opening towards
warm golden sunlight rays,
thinking on better days, in hopes
that the warmth might lift
my darkening heart from those thoughts
better left unspoken…
Would I linger here within
this logical maze of happiness
and health, or rather choose to sink
into that which I know hungers for me?
I am called towards your vampiric energy…
you who drain my soul instead of set it free-
may the sunlight be constantly reminding
that I am whole and unbroken…
poison
its just a loud silence that fills
the space between us;
a buffering of sound to keep
sweet words away from eager ears
words that one so longs to hear;
oh! inciteful flames that could
give rise to reality’s destruction
fueled yet, by lies and alibis,
you do no good when the words
you drip, like honey, are poisonous to
touch, and more damaging when
ingested into the blood
sandy shores
Soothing blue embrace
reaches out like waves upon a beach
caressing all those sandy parts of me;
I linger with your salty water
covering my hidden places,
calming my energy-
And when tide pulls back to sea
I don’t long for your touch
because you’ve left parts of yourself,
shells and stones and kelp,
Upon my sandy shores
dawn
It’s not yet dawn and
my dog is softly snoring on my leg.
My eyes try to rest
but these thoughts of you
that run wild within my heart
linger loudly round me;
It’s dissonance to my soul
and allows my heart no peace-
Love knows no time and cares not
for respite or release;
So I hover now between, wondering,
what I could have done differently…
A plague of the heart as dark as
the night outside my window-
My only consolation is that I know
by the songbirds that dawn is near
beating heart
Even if I go away
I will still hear it-
That ever so steady
Beating of the heart I broke
And tried to piece back together
With masking tape and glue
vampiric love
I turned my head and saw the marks
On my neck, where you once fed
Though I’m not dead
I hang on yet…
Holding this thread of reality
Between my fingers
Grasping the last bits of
Reason… and trying to make sense
Of why willingly
i accepted your feeding
darkened harkening
oh to wish the quiet of my soul
be louder than the chatter
of my mind
yet i fall behind
always looking for that which
avoids me
missing the larger view
such that i annoy me
a longing for what I
cannot say
I strive to find a lifetime of answers
in a single day
what shortcuts can i take?
I repeal myself
as my eyes look towards
an eternal sky and i know
that I will not find that
in which i search
until i delve away from my waking mind
and into the depths of the
darkened harkening that
silently awaits me
suffocatingly
childhood bedtime-
woven intermingled memories
legs around me, surrounding me
suffocatingly….
sheets, flowered and clean,
a prison of the mind
tortured by snores and more
shattering…
homeward my heart would lead
followed in time by my mind
and eventually my body
how though you didn’t see
the damage that your snuggles
did to me
quicksand of quick fix
I walked a tilted floor
Trying to get back to you
But I just kept slipping
Away
The ground beneath my feet
Slanted and sliding
Ever moving and unsure
Wasted me
A quicksand of quick fix,
Not withstanding pain,
Lingers yet as prison
Upon my brain
And I wait for your heart to capture
Me as I fall away
As proof that you’re still true
To a soul that’s enflamed
the SIBYL'S SONG 