What a loom of withered silver

As it spoons its satins lairs

As the tears weeps lonely tears

Drops of love gone down the glare ...


The heartless door to no return

Screaming at the cursed door

as you walked one last time

Telling me you're never come home ...


The withered silver lies on the floor

Holding my heart one last time

Tulips blooms seems to taunt me

Love dies... as I cry the death of tears.....


What luring pride of caustic nature

The kiss came like a whiplash like no other

That tore my throat in yellow sunlight

That carried him away one last time ...


As the grieving process began

As I lay among the field

In the withered silver snow

You never came back again....



By: Debbie Brooks 2014

i feel like crying
but i'm not
only on the inside

What
Is
The
Truth,
But
A
Better lie painted white.

I got three different chocolate bars
here on a plate at home.
One is with caramel for sure
and pretty soft I guess,
I'm going to leave this alone
or else I make a mess where I am now.

The other is of biscuit and of caramel
as well as the first one.
Looks better alltogether and will be
more fun to eat.

The last one now is of a creamy kind
with milk and all that stuff.
I save this one there, too,
for when the rough times come.

*Now here I stand:
nothing to eat cause all must be
untouched.
nothing in my sweet little hand
but thin blue air

a pair of borrowed shoes
and borrowed thoughts.

Alas, when the time comes
and frost will freeze the floor
I'll have three things;

Two chocolate bars of caramel,
a biscuit one,
and all the hope that brings me
through the winter,
where nothing will be done