So about this ‘alone’ business…Do you even know how lonely it is?Having to spend each night by yourself…When there’s only one thing you miss? I mean, I am (of course) great company….And it doesn’t really take all that much to see…That when it comes to myself….I don’t mind it being just me. Except for theContinue reading “A simple sum”
Category Archives: Puzzling Poetry
Play your cards right
It could have been so different.It should have been so different.My heart knows it. My soul believes it.It is nothing but a solemn truth. If only the world had been different.If only we had been different.They knew it. We never believed it.But it was always an undeniable truth. If only it had been a differentContinue reading “Play your cards right”
No more golden days
As fall begins to color the world around us – I mourn the loss of color in mine. I used to have golden days. Shimmering, bright,filled with an energy that fueled my world. They used to be golden days. Then distance set in,‘Tween you, me and the world.While dark greys color the hours.And even thoughContinue reading “No more golden days”
And then I tell myself…
One from the archives – just to end the week with a flair of drama: And then I tell myself. They tell me to be strong.They tell me to heal.And then I tell myself….Maybe I was happier being unhappy with you. They tell me I’m being strong.They tell me I’m healing.And then I tell myself…HowContinue reading “And then I tell myself…”
Still.
I write notes in my phone, every now and then. I find that it helps me gather thoughts that I otherwise might lose. But I usually avoid reading them back – because some thoughts just deserve to be lost. Today I perused those snippets, knowingly deleting them as I went. Erasing their power. But thisContinue reading “Still.”
Word-horny
I can’t dance the cancanYetBut I CAN cancan learn And if that cancan can’t be taughtI can the cancan yearn. But while I cannot cancan yetI can’t be cancan spurnedCause once the cancan can be dancedI’ll do that cancan turn. And twist and writhe and dance awayThe darkest of the nights.While kicking up my feetContinue reading “Word-horny”
A lesson learned. A losing game.
Some images evoke stories. Words. Dialogue. And some have the power to evoke emotions. That in turn take form in words. Like this one above, sent to me by a friend as a daily dose of peptalk. Only to lead to the poem found below: A losing game We were always at odds. Yet ohContinue reading “A lesson learned. A losing game.”
The unseen.
Sometimes I find words floating around my brain that just refuse to be ignored. They beg to be put in lines and eternalized in something more than just my brain. And with their bouncing around my brain comes a rhythm and demand. Followed by them clawing at the inside of my skull until I allowContinue reading “The unseen.”
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