Today I sit in sorrow.
Like the crow I sit and watch;
I wait for the next days tommorow,
Waiting, waiting and waiting to be taught.

Why should I live?
I ask myself again.
I live life like I have nobody with.
I cry silently, cry like the wren.
Each tiny cry,
I feel more alive.

All I want is someone who cares,
A Husband a friend?
But now I sit in my lonely lair
Waiting for someone to tend.

But for now I sit alone,
In my thoughts at last alone.
Soon I'll be alone for good
But till then I've got to pretend I'm all good.

No one can measure
the end....
the time it takes for grief
to spend itself...

to melt like snow
in times of healing
to take its gentle leave
No one can measure
the tending time between the aching...
that grows
into the bones of soul
that grows
less
about the awful pain
  
It just sorta happens
like spring...

among the moments

Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art

You thought that I was talking *** -
Funny that never crossed my mind.
I was sorting scattered comments,
Trying to see the road ahead.

I thought you would be seeking money.
Previous scams have made me cautious
And sudden friendship rings a bell
That warns me to be careful.

I said perhaps I saw what’s coming
And that the answer would be no.
I didn’t expect your vitriol
And angry doorways slamming shut.

It’s probably all just as well.
We don’t speak the same language
And always will misunderstand,
So let us go our separate ways.
ljm

Fuelled up
by silence.

Running on
empty-

nothing more
to say-

Listening-
for loves sake.

When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.

Just let me be alone
I don't need you now
Ready to be on my own
I don't want you now

Just let me be myself
I don't need you now
Ready to decide myself
I don't want you now

Please just let me be
I don't need you, you see