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 Apr 2021 Heike Borgard
Elbee
I remember the darkness,
Feeling empty and cold.

As I watched the moon shine bright
With all her secrets untold.

I was trembling,
inside voices screaming
constant thoughts of you.

But the stars were my only company,

And the sky-
a midnight blue.
I cry for things I might have done
And who I might have been.

I cry for opportunities missed
And enterprise that failed.

I cry for hands I might have held
That somehow I let slip away.

I cry beause the time is short
With so much treasure left unfound.

I cry because it’s the only thing
That’s somehow left for me to do.
                  ljm
A good cry is sometimes very theraputic.
As busy as a cat
  At a mouse convention

    As happy as a dog
     Locked in a bone factory

       As hungry as
        The winner on Survivor

          As dizzy as a pinata
           At a kids party

             As sick as
              A pie-eating contest winner

                As beautiful as
                 Your Grandmother’s smile
                               ljm
A little bit of nothing
There has to be a way
Am I too dumb to find it

There ought to be a path
Am I too blind to see it

There should be candles for the darkness
Why did I never light them

There must be a passage through all this
Why is it I do not believe

People say there is a rainbow
How can it not be in my sky

Who is the person holding me back
Why are you waving a mirror.
             ljm
My own worst enemy is me.
The roses are long gone
Now I search for dandelions

The cake has all been eaten
Now I dine on bread and butter

The festival has ended
Now they’re taking down the tents

The symphony is over
And there was somehow no applause

I fell into an undiscovered hole
And no one even heard me call for help.
               ljm
I wrote this while sitting in the exam room of a Dr. who kept me waiting there 45 minutes, with nothing to read or do.  I don't wait well.
I am the howling wind
I am the cold mist kissing your skin
I am leaves and branches dancing
I am swollen waves and sideways rain
I am black sky
I am the storm.
 Apr 2021 Heike Borgard
Elbee
i think we dream
to remember

the parts of ourselves
we think we’ve lost.

to meet our fears
and befriend them

and to be free
at last.
dreams teach us things, what do they teach you?
A Whisper in The night spoken With the Silence of Words Hides Behind The light Of the moon, Slowly Fall off the lips of a smile of sweet delight.
Love, hope,fantasy, seek out dreams!
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