Shadows won't feel summer
if the flowers ne'er bloom.
Winter's past
will come at last,
and melt the ice
upon your tomb.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
I watch my hands wrinkling,
while her fingers gather length.
I have shared my fruit.
I press
pause.
But,
the moment won't
let me stay.
I can only keep the negatives.
There is never enough time is never enough.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
Somewhere between floating and falling.
Too numb to feel myself.
I play pretend so no one has to,
while my heart sits on a shelf.
My kindness is not weakness,
nor is innocence my game.
But no one ever sees me,
they just simply know my name.
Here I am, a woman,
in a worn out pair of shoes.
I never learned to play guitar,
or I would strum the blues.
And I'm carrying my roots
since I can't find solid ground.
I'm just blowing in the winds
with all the other sights and sounds.
The world gave me music,
and what I capture with my lens.
And it's the beauty that I find,
that always pulls me back in.
I know that train is leaving,
and I haven't got a dime.
Something grab ahold of me,
because I'm running out of time.
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 3:16 AM UTC
Shadows can be hidden
in the dark,
but dawn has now arrived.
My expectations shouldn't change
for the people who will not.
The knife in my back
is pointing her finger again.
You force feed me pain,
that's not yours to digest,
but you
cannot dictate my forgiveness.
It is mine
alone.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
New beginnings
bring
new endings.
Sweeter years
bring
deeper tears.
When joy is washed
away...
nothing stays.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC
I don't just hear the rhythm.
My heart improvs the beat.
Give and take with half and whole.
Feel the ebb and flow.
With closed eyes, I see
clearly.
My ears understand
the language of the staff.
True relationships only exist
between instruments.
Music is my soulmate.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
Oblivious to the cold
as mid-autumn wind
steals my sweater.
I breathe smoke deeply.
Exhale
slowly.
You have left
my lungs.
Leaves crunch
under my feet,
as my soul finds its way
back home.
The silhouette of woman
is at my heels.
With key in hand,
I unlock the pale, gray door.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
The sun.
A beacon guiding all
toward the good intentions
that grow over
where graves begin.
Time doesn't change
inside the frame.
There's only the dust
collecting.
Outside the glass
the sky
is
falling...
one
drop
at
a
time.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
Gimme a bottle
of your cheapest red,
and sit with me awhile.
Let's spin tales
to rival the fairies,
while old hands
spin more than time.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 7:27 PM UTC
I charge death
for the life he cost,
while he searches
for his fee.
'Tis I who owe you
nothing, sir,
but you can
lap my bones
for free.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC