grey skies and raindrops.
insides now matching
the 36 hours of
mist against the window
my thighs need your touch
and my heart needs the sun
to feel alive
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
the stupor is pulling at my feet
like the strings of a heart
hoping to be saved
but instead becoming dull
the subdued mind washes itself away
into a pond of longing and shame
yet the lily pads invite you to play
and somehow everything will be okay
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
i am entirely empty
caught betwixt my will and faith
a prisoner of a skull so bland
so anxious, preoccupied, and numb
wishing for contentment...
waiting to live each day afresh
out on the edge or beyond
i need change
i need spontaneity
i need life
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
if i could cuddle with the sky (i wouldn't feel as lonely).
and i'd sure feel better if the wind could hold me.
instead it surrounds me, impossible to locate
everywhere but nowhere, making me hollow
if only i could chat with the trees (i wouldn't feel as lonely),
they have a language of their own, i'm too small to know.
i'm given their beauty but not their company
while i sink into myself, they continue to grow
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC