The writings on the wall I jump up; I trip and fall Can you hear the sound Of my heart beating on the ground 1,2, 3, I run Take away the warming sun 6,7, 8 I can’t relate To no one
Category Archives: Poetry
Aimless
I feel so aimless Don’t know what this game is
Be known
Life is going to swirl and hurl you Upside down but it’s your duty to Keep your head up and not drown. It’s your duty to prioritize the day And prioritize your goals. If not, what are you left with? Where are you to go? For you’re going to feel aimless And unsure If youContinue reading “Be known”
Rain & Gloom
Rain and gloom I can’t assume All my days with you Are for forever And I don’t even know If I can remember Days that’s passed Time sure is fleeting Days are going fast Who am I competing with but my older self
Waiting
I’ll wait by the sunrise I’ll wait for you I’ll wait for the moment You’re back in view. Cloudy weather I might disappear Foggy mind that’s Filled with fear
Plum Tones
Autumn falls under the rain With passion and plum tones that stain, Call me a writer Call me insane, Call me a doctor Cause I need to be stitched up Up in the brain
A Love Tale
In the long drives When the love rises In our hearts we strive To realize it The full encompassed feeling But, Are we dealing With eternity? I can clearly see The movement of your wrist As it issues a hand For mine to belong to. Your eyes are home And you make me less aloneContinue reading “A Love Tale”
Another trip
A car fire The smoke bellows higher Two biker gang Hilly roads and the way she sang On the radio. The vibration Am I the equation That can solve the truth? Take away the stuff Take away my youth This love is pure elation.
Book Club
The cat hopped on the bed and walked over to my position. If she wasn’t so cute, I’d leave and read alone with a deflated disposition. You see, I’ve read this once before, but now it’s this month’s book club book! And the intro starts going with nothing to really hook But the meatier partsContinue reading “Book Club”
Morning Mumblings
In the moments that matter I’m focused on: the love or the self Seems it’s lately the latter Occupying the books on my mental shelf Find a different route Strip away these eyes blinded by self doubt, And I’d realize We’re all just looking to be loved Fully and awake Without pressure Or being fakeContinue reading “Morning Mumblings”
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