Anger and hatred,
festering inside.
Disloyalty,
no respect.
Once I loved you,
feelings returned.
Now eaten,
now disintegrated,
now forgotten.
Who is your daughter?
What is your daughter?
No longer cared for
Sorrow
Sadness
Who you once loved
No longer exists.
Thursday, May 27, 1993
Friday, May 14, 1993
Rain
I sit here alone and watch shadows dance gracefully along my walls.
As rain drips heavily into deep dark puddles of itself.
The clouds roar with pleasure and lightening brightens the sleeping world.
Crystal balls of water dance on warm, steaming pavement
and laugh.
Small, innocent giggles can be heard from my window seat
as steams of personality drip from the panes.
Cuddled in a warm blanket the cold grows inside me, I shiver with loneliness.
The world brightens and laughter is audible.
"Be not lonely" they say,
"Join us, laugh with us, dance with us".
My fingertips touch the cold damn glass
to say goodbye to people I'll never know.
As rain drips heavily into deep dark puddles of itself.
The clouds roar with pleasure and lightening brightens the sleeping world.
Crystal balls of water dance on warm, steaming pavement
and laugh.
Small, innocent giggles can be heard from my window seat
as steams of personality drip from the panes.
Cuddled in a warm blanket the cold grows inside me, I shiver with loneliness.
The world brightens and laughter is audible.
"Be not lonely" they say,
"Join us, laugh with us, dance with us".
My fingertips touch the cold damn glass
to say goodbye to people I'll never know.
Wednesday, May 5, 1993
Broken promise
His dark shadow arms reached out to touch her, to hold her.
She was unaware of his cold, lonely presence.
Alone as she cried,she looked at the deep markings om his grave.
He promised before he left her he would return when the time was right,
and then they would be together, forever.
She somehow trusted him and knew thathe would be back.
The time had come, he had returned; a promise to be fulfilled.
He whispered, "I LOVE YOU", but to her it was only the soft spring breeze flowing freely past her ears.
He watched intently as she took the shiny blade, the blade he had used, to her wrist.
Her frail body shook as she cried.
The blade grew rusty after she dropped it, eventually covered by the flowers she brought him every week.
The promise was forgotten, the time never came.
The soft spring breeze covered the sound of his mourning voice and lonesome cries.
Her life had gone on, without him.
She was unaware of his cold, lonely presence.
Alone as she cried,she looked at the deep markings om his grave.
He promised before he left her he would return when the time was right,
and then they would be together, forever.
She somehow trusted him and knew thathe would be back.
The time had come, he had returned; a promise to be fulfilled.
He whispered, "I LOVE YOU", but to her it was only the soft spring breeze flowing freely past her ears.
He watched intently as she took the shiny blade, the blade he had used, to her wrist.
Her frail body shook as she cried.
The blade grew rusty after she dropped it, eventually covered by the flowers she brought him every week.
The promise was forgotten, the time never came.
The soft spring breeze covered the sound of his mourning voice and lonesome cries.
Her life had gone on, without him.
Thursday, February 11, 1993
Funeral
Waning faces
Blackened souls.
Expressionless hands,
folded, silent.
Hallowed feet
march slowly on,
Echoing ominously
on hallowed ground.
Dejection and sorrorw.
Mourning voices
carry no tune
as the casket lid
is slowly closed.
Blackened souls.
Expressionless hands,
folded, silent.
Hallowed feet
march slowly on,
Echoing ominously
on hallowed ground.
Dejection and sorrorw.
Mourning voices
carry no tune
as the casket lid
is slowly closed.
Thursday, May 7, 1992
Bathroom
Someones love went so deep
they wrote it on the bathroom wall,
Another persons was so true they carved it
on the bathroom stall.
I'm sorry Hon,
although my love for you is true
It will not be written on a wall,
that's not something I would do.
It's going to have to be private
Just between you and me.
Not so open and loud
for every naked butt to see.
(Hahahaha, I cannot believe I wrote this!)
they wrote it on the bathroom wall,
Another persons was so true they carved it
on the bathroom stall.
I'm sorry Hon,
although my love for you is true
It will not be written on a wall,
that's not something I would do.
It's going to have to be private
Just between you and me.
Not so open and loud
for every naked butt to see.
(Hahahaha, I cannot believe I wrote this!)
Monday, March 23, 1992
Tip-Toe
Shattered Crystal
all over the land.
Please come and
Take my hand.
Together through
slivers of light,
we'll tip-toe quietly into the night.
all over the land.
Please come and
Take my hand.
Together through
slivers of light,
we'll tip-toe quietly into the night.
Tuesday, February 11, 1992
Tidal Wave
I do not understand fully
the feelings that I have
For two lonesome years
I've searched for one like you
Miserably failing -
I forgot how it felt to have your arms around around me.
Safe, warm & protected from all the pain
Your arms were like blankets.
I thought the strong emotion
I felt was faded and dim
But as we sat, talked and smiled together -
Danced as well
My memories came flooding back
One tidal wave of total emotion.
the feelings that I have
For two lonesome years
I've searched for one like you
Miserably failing -
I forgot how it felt to have your arms around around me.
Safe, warm & protected from all the pain
Your arms were like blankets.
I thought the strong emotion
I felt was faded and dim
But as we sat, talked and smiled together -
Danced as well
My memories came flooding back
One tidal wave of total emotion.
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