I think and I write
that’s what I do
I drink and I write
things that are true
I write and I drink
that’s what I do
I drink and I write
so **** you too
Empty glass in hand
I try to find you
Pen on the desk
none of this is true
I drink and I think
but no words come
I think and I drink
no writing is done
Writing’s an excuse
to drink and think
Or drink and drink
into a deep depression
I now sink
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
its cold outside
downright bleak
need something warm
so you I seek
find you in bed
under the quilt
cuddle up there
i begin to melt
a touch of your skin
thaws me to the bone
its then I remember
this is my home
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
my heart thumps louder
as death appears
unspoken words hang in the trees
listen for my voice whispering in the wind
death draws nearer
unspoken sentiments in a simple glance
unattained goals and unmet dreams
death reaches out his hand
unspoken love in the things I did
a smile broaches my face
death touches me in that final moment
a world speaks of the love I gave
the love I gave with actions. not words
unspoken love, in the end,
is the most powerful of all
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 5:47 PM UTC
I lay down beside your stone cold corpse
Your heart still gently beating
I close my eyes and pray for peace
Then hear your constant breathing
You’re long gone now, yet still you’re here
The truth of relationship retreating
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
pine trees are an amazing thing
to watch in a strong wind storm
they bend and they bend
they never seem to break
until they do
then in an instant they shatter
with a thunderous crash
far and wide their debris
leaving only a stump
a mere shadow of their long past
I wonder if this is like me
will I suddenly break?
shattering life all around?
what inspires that moment?
and what will be left behind?
these are all matters between
a pine tree
a strong wind
and me
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
pretend you have something profound to offer
fake it till you make it, they say
then you will find you are truly the author
with a firm grasp of what to portray
then you’ll write all day and you’ll write all night
the words will pop forth and flow out
the things you say, they will be just right
until they’re not
then you’ll struggle
you’ll feel lost
like right now
so I’m done
wait - what?
not really, not even close
but that’s the fear that I have,
even though it’s morose
for who would I be
without a pen and some paper?
nothing at all
so I’ll continue to labour
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC
we laugh and we cry
we so often fight
if I’m being honest
you’re most often right
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
a writer in secret
a secret I couldn’t keep
she found the words I’d written
that night I fell asleep
notebook in hand
pen by my side
she discovered emotions
I tried hard to hide
but writing is sacred
this much she knew
she put back my notebook
a deep love so true
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
when I flew to Monterey
I noticed my heart was weak
every now and then you see
it would skip a beat
doctors ran tests, talked it through
they found no problem in sight
so I went home and told my love
but then I felt just right
maybe that’s what happens now
whenever I go away
maybe next time I need to leave
instead I will just stay
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 9:20 AM UTC
my vocabulary is not small
nor my imagination weak
but every time you seem to call
I find no words to speak
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC