Oh broken heart, you
Try so to keep this
Life force flowing
Though with each cursed
Beat you lose more
Of the love you’ve stored
And while you suffer
At the hands of a ticking clock
This mind, abandoned
To the refuse of longing,
Floats upon rain clouds
Of suffering
Until all that’s left
Of this soul
Will be falling tears
Tag: lettinggo
This hole
It visits me when I am
Quiet
This hole, that won’t be filled,
This longing, that has no relief,
Silently it waits for me
To find it
To remember that it’s there,
That I’m still empty
And while it screams into the darkness
Of my soul,
Without words, without sound,
Set on domination of thought
And purpose
I linger now, yet, within it
Trying to understand still
how to fill it with love
Anger
Anger is knocking at my door
Asking to be let in
Her hands are full of pity,
A twisted elixir that
Turns everything into haze
And blame…
Yet I know sorrow’s dampening
Clouds are not far off
If I drink anger’s potion of
Forgetfulness
And my heart cannot take more rain
There’s nothing left inside
But darkness and pain
And anger is but a mask I would use
To hide from myself, damaging
This poor trodden spirit yet more,
Until there’s nothing left for me
To protect or endure
sinking
I am sinking into
The water of my soul;
Continuing to fall
Deeper and deeper
Until I meet myself-
That white light,
The spark that
Lights my spirit
And lets me break free
From the noise that
Surrounds my life…
Would that I could
Release breath
And live within the
Star filled sea of soul,
And be lost to my own
Changing tides,
And governed by
The moon that
Lingers above me
avoidance
Slumbering brain, unwilling
To listen to words that pour forth
From the heart-
Such truth that longs to be told;
To be realized…
Yet this mind is resistant
To the mention of such harshness
Critically flowing forth from
obvious truth-
Too sharp to be understood,
Sleep overtakes logic
And the the mind wavers instead
Within the worlds between
Light and dark
Hoping to be released
From the reality that dogs it so…
Oh avoidance! When will you let go
Of this untenable hold upon the mind
Now captured and imprisoned upon
Your righteous bed of lies
generational dysfunction
Cycles of pain spin
Throughout generational lines;
Each turning wheel
A different color,
An individual thread,
That links back to a source-
A dysfunctional tear-
Where all confusion began…
Perhaps endings will resolve
The pain of separation
And we might all find love again
there is no hiding
These ears long to hear
What’s in your heart;
But for the dread of
Selfishness that lingers within mine-
So afraid your words might hurt,
I hide among the river reeds
And hope your storm might pass
Me by
Though pain turns quickly to anger
And a frustrated you
Rips and claws at the very
Place I hide
Needing to be heard
Oh life! A cruel lesson
That will not cease, a harsh
Task master that demands we step
Out of darkness
Lest we fall into the dead marshes
And lose our souls there
There is no hiding from the pain
Of recognition, of wrongdoing,
Of others we hurt- we simply
Linger on with an open heart
And try to understand
fear
I met fear only after
I stopped being afraid.
He was black and imposing…
I also met anger,
She was with fear,
Suckling from him
As he consumed her.
It was an odd meeting,
Downstairs,
In the places only hidden dwell-
I followed my emotions down the
Rabbit hole just to find it…
And I remained steady
Knowing that I embrace,
Not reject, those truths
Within me, that used to make me
Run and hide.
drift wood
Drifting wood,
Bobbing and floating;
Taken by tide’s will and
Storms might,
You were once part
Of a bigger ship…
Smooth and full of holes,
You linger now in your wisdom
Feigning defeat
stars
We all have a story
That we must tell
About the glories of our life;
The triumphs and trials,
And when we fell to our knees
In darkness and pain
And cried…
It is our obligation
At the end of all things
To sing the songs of our deeds
And tribulations
Until the sky opens and swallows
All that we are back into
The stars
the SIBYL'S SONG 