Harsh words fall like icicles
Landing just near me, close to
My head, and this cold makes
Me wonder why you’ve taken to
Those things you’ve said-
My heart tries to remain open
But your indifference slowly leaves
My softness for dead
Oh light! When will winter’s darkness
Let you warm my lonely soul again?
Tag: pain
Fuzzy visitor
It’s as if music in some far off
Distant place is playing,
And all I can hear are echoes
Ringing and buzzing within my head-
Oh! to hear this music presently
And to feel the deep sound…
My heart jumps in adulation of a
Celebration I am but a fuzzy visitor for
frozen castles
sitting in-between longing undelivered
and fear potently hovering;
my heart falls under the weight
of the water that sinks it so into despair…
turmoil plays with emotions in a cat and mouse
game of hate filled shame-
i could cry into the void that sits beside me,
though no words can puncture the depth
of nothingness that would swallow
my voice without remorse or effort…
lost, lost are windy summer days when
my dearest worry floated upon sun-swept
clouds perfumed with flowers and innocence!
this chill that grips me now, as i sink into
a self-made prison of cold, brings the darkness
alongside; asking me to worship the very
torture that cuts deep into my body
leaving nothing but blackened, frost-bitten
skin, and loneliness
with head in hand, and heart thrown up and left
to rot upon the floor of my soul,
solace is the only friend that can be found within
the quiet of misery of what is now
my frozen castle of anguish and pain
The other side
Whirlwind of pain and anxiety
Storm through this heart of mine
Dread and fatigue banish
Happiness as anger
Replaces the dawn with more
Red darkness
Alone and left without a shoulder
To lean my weary head upon
I sigh at the very thought of moving
In any direction
Save into more pain and despair
There’s nothing left to hold onto
As illusions of fate wash away
All that remains are shattered ruins
Of hopes and dreams and plans
While I await whatever decidedly
Waits for me now on the other side
Of all things
Darkness
My heart is drowning in black
Ooze, unable to breathe
It languishes and struggles
For air, oh life! You cruel cruel
Master, devouring my light
Releasing hope to the darkness
That now envelopes my spirit
And drowns the very essence
Of me
What can a heart do when it’s taken
From soul and left alone to
Search out safe passages;
Longing only to return back to the
Fire of home..
Lost to the darkness, muffled cries
Remain unheard as this heart
Beats without resolve
And I sink into the darkness
That’s taken hold
change
The heat is firing but my feet
Just can’t get warm;
It’s a weary heart that doesn’t beat
But once or twice,
Without vigor
Or deceit-
And from the frozen extremities
My focus of what’s lack,
Once flat and sure,
Glides from my mind and lands
Squarely upon the floor.
Forgiveness
Time ushers in the inevitability
Of change;
Ticking slowly, now fast..
Matched only by this beating heart-
Afraid of what’s to remain
When all transitioning pieces
Fall into place,
It’s so cold on this ledge
Of indecision, frozen feet locked
By the fates that linger above me
I wait for a sign to jump into
This awful abyss to find the answers
Plaguing my mind, to learn of what’s
To become of this pathetically
Frail life of mine
Wind blows cold upon my cheek
And my soul cries for forgiveness.
Slow wounds
Whispers of cold follow me
Sharp words spoken on swift breeze
Linking remembrances
Old wounds bitterly opened
As frost digests the ooze
Cracked and stiff and solidly
Locked in place
Until all that’s left of a beating heart
Is slow moans of love once flourished
Within sun’s warm embrace
races
i am floating within a dream;
boxes of memories,
compartmentalized and ordered….
i soar above and recall
all the feelings packed
into those little square spaces-
in, but not of, my soul remains
inexplicably connected to each
sorted row, where space and time
meet, where the interface explodes;
i am but a traveler, meandering
down and upon these dusty roads.
i am a fly that scurries in the autumnal winds
waiting for inevitability; fleeting such,
is the way of life-
this dream and i, creating boxes of time;
and i am not afraid of what’s to come-
for within these folds of order,
any race to be had, has already been won
silenced now
i’ve nothing left to spill from this soul;
i’m but a ghost,comprised of dust,
and what may have flowed from
my heart and fallen from my lips
is silenced now-
emptiness fills the spaces that once
breathed life to words,
and feeling to the thoughts within
my tattered soul…
silence remains like dirt upon a
lonely road, oh! this quiet
that invades me, pervades me,
torturous and true-
when will you leave me in peace
to find my inspiration again?
lost and drifting i am but a traveler
with no home
the SIBYL'S SONG 