Lost and Lonely
By Lisa Noe


When I was a child you were my hero,
Always there where ever I’d go.

As I grew older you where my friend,
You were that person on whom I could depend.

My father you hung the moon in the sky,
To me you were the most special guy.

You taught me right from wrong,
You showed me that I belonged.


With you I laughed and I cried,
My life was then satisfied.

Our family was so close and complete,
You and mama showed me how to succeed.

Now tears, they fill my eyes,
And in my heart I grieve and die.

For you have passed from this earth,
There is nothing that has your worth.

}Now part of me is lost,
And I can’t count the cost.

Now mamas all alone and broken hearted.
We are all sad that you have departed.

We’ll love you till our dying day,
And I’ll see you again along the way.

© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove

You claimed to be my knight
       delivering me from demons
             But it was you, I needed saving from
                             It was you all along.

J'ai l'impression de mourir

See the noble hawk as he flies to the sun. Hear his cry of freedom. Watch a feather fall from his tail, see it sail to the ground on the still air. See the native who finds it and gives reverence to the great spirit. He has received a gift from his brother. A great hunter who walks the wind, seeking where he can go. A red feather from the noble hawk is given away, as the bird climbs to touch the heaven and make friends with the sun.

I saw a fair maiden come to bring me another round, she was delicate as a fair flower. The hours past and her beauty overtook me, until I gave her a kiss. Then through the haze of many rounds, I followed her to her chamber and laid my sorrows down. Upon waking in the morning, to my surprise the maiden fair had left me and been replaced by her mother who obviously with a smile had rather enjoyed my company. So let this be a lesson to all who dare to dabble in the spirits you see. What you though was one thing may yet become another indeed.

WHERE CAN YO'U FIND SUCH 'FEARFUL SYMMETRY?'
IT WAS TRUE THAT THE LINES CAME TOGETHEIR
BUT YOU WONDERED WHETHER THE POWER WAS
THERE OR CAME FROM A SOURCE BEYOND OUR OWN;
IF I HAD THE POWER, I'D EAT YOU UP,
CONSUME YOUR ENERGY, MAKE A MYSTERY,
PUT MY PAWS TO A GOOD CAUSE, BECAUSE
I WAS MADE TO DEVOUR MY PREY, SO THEY
SAY THAT I'M ON A ROLL, I'LL TAKE YOU WHOLE;
IT'S TIME TO SLEEP AWHILE - CLOSE MY LARGE
LUMINOUS GREEN EYES, MAKE A FEW SIGHS,
PUSH AT THE AIR AS THOUGH I'M CATCHING
AN INVISIBLE FLY, DREAM OF SUNNY GRASS
BE WARY OF MY RHYTHM WHEN I COME TO PASS.

You are the letters that I write all unsent, all kept inside my drawer yet I am wishing that one day you could read them without me having to let you
You are the stars I put in the backpack of my mind when I have full grasp of attention that I am approaching a long, cold journey
You are the name scribbled in the top corners of my notebook
You are the feeling I get after a long drive and I can stretch and reach out, far in hopes to touch you somewhere in the sky
You are the unzipping of a formal dress in an old hotel room
You are the place I would like to call home and never need a vacation from, a place better than anywhere else, a place of safety and passion, a place of rest for my weary soul
You are the puzzle I can never solve, the Rubik's cube stored away in a junk drawer, the books I never got around to finishing, the poems I left as drafts
You are the unwound clock that confuses visitors, they are not used to adding two hours and three minutes because I never bothered to change it
You are the amazing opening to a really bad movie
You are the reason some people put too much sugar in their coffee the morning after kissing you because you leave such a bitter taste in their mouth
You are the unraveling of a cigarette exhale that will end up killing you
You are the best thing that I decided I didn’t actually need
You are out of my mind, you are burned letters, running out of gas, you are getting lost on the interstate, you are nothing to me anymore and you were once everything
You are not who you used to me and neither am I and perhaps you should walk one way and I, the other