Well
work got the
upper hand
I stopped writing
poems
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 6:02 AM UTC
where feelings
are found and
needs fulfilled the
nature of the
abandoned souls
burdens are
eliminated
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
tension of the earth tingles in your
hands following the smell of morning as the
elements unfolds to eliminating lows
deep … like under water you feel something
untie moving upwards slowly free from its restraints
as you reach the surface gasping for air you feel a
longing as the fire in your soul moves on to
infinity while you grasp small parts of reality letting it
touch the empty space in your mind as
you silently endure
opening the book of the
future you understand what
efforts awaits what
needs to fulfill as your
divided attention focus on
living as you continue
embracing the moment
silently in full concentration
sitting breathing smiling
now knowing the
energy inside is enough
slowly learning to
survive
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
fearless we
elongate the
numbness
into a
kiss of
silent admiration
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
memories faded
into shades while I
never saw the light of
day in the darkest corners
like my brothers did so
often ... building
clockwork as time
kindly stopped
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
acknowledgments of
temptations of the past
tormented fields of
inappropriate flashbacks
memories of wanting
evolving into a new
self
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
Focus drawn from the wrong conclusions
Leads you away from life's institutions
Emotions and feelings gets lost in fusions
Of desperation and regretful grief retributions
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
one four four five and an eight
arrested the development
of what we find so very great
oranges is our replacement
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
we make time as we,
just for our own peace of mind,
correct our misspelling:
noise noise noise noise noise!
and everything falls silent...
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
intention never went far
down the road at the
end but then again it
never did in its youth either
through the years its only
idea of excitement was the
thought of maybe being
young again in the future
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC