Laurie Fisher

Laurie Fisher Apr 2012

You once whispered words of love,
The words you once, were proud of.
The words of a loving frontier
Were you words you once serenaded my ear.

Now I wonder what you thought
Was I taken a fool?
Did I buy into a long shot?

While our times I cherish,
Were times of covert…
They are the times I shall
Always revert.

Am I meaningless in the spectrum of things,
Am I a pleasant treasure never to be seen?
You say I am of the most divine

Shall I give up, finally resign
Because the pain of not knowing is the most painful of all
And I can’t live my life at your beckon call.

Laurie Fisher Apr 2012

A Lone

Loneliness, it blurs the lines of true attraction.
For a moment in time, you’re in the cross hairs of satisfaction.
Loneliness, it’s not too scarce,
It lies within us all, a vital force, tumbles out with a push.

To be lonely, is to be the one and only.
The conspiracy of happiness is what drags us.
But I digress, from the path that I am connecting,
Because, the eyes of the lonely, is not few and far between
It’s translucent, and likely to be seen.

Laurie Fisher Apr 2012

Victim of Sublime

Pounding and pounding within my chest
To hear your voice on the other line puts my heart in arrest
The minutes will never last, I revel in that of which I can
If only I were in your presence, where you could fondly take my hand
We could lie near the ocean waves, where there delightful sound would carry us away
In a new realm, we will not worry of life’s alterations that leave the lines of determination, blurry.

Rhythmic prominent, beats
Are the clues to the unsettling defeat
The ocean salt is now bitter
Revel in the moments that we have left to consider.

Sweat arises, though the existence of the zephyr
My mind is whirling, until you lean in closer
Your chest pounding against mine, forehead settled, lips caress the most divine
A pleasant moment held in time, but as usual it is victim of sublime.

Rhythmic prominent, beats
Are the clues to the unsettling defeat
The ocean salt is now bitter
Revel in the moments that we have left to consider.

Laurie Fisher Mar 2012

Rotten

Rotten fruit is still fruit, no matter how bitter or sour the taste
I don't keep rotten fruit in my house, there is no what if, or case.

Decomposition is the fate, once a fruitful piece of life, is now death,
served, rotting in its place.

I won't be the piece of fruit rotting from the inside out,
because of the fruit that surrounds me.

You smell is getting stronger, your taste; undesirable.
I cannot digest, your unrepairable.

One last time I will reiterate,
I don't keep rotten fruit in my house, there is no what if, or case.

Laurie Fisher Mar 2012

Addict

Some days are **** it.
Some days are fight it.
Some days are clear,
and some days you ignite it.

It's not always a choice.
What you chose, you won't complain.
None of these decisions,
Seem to be very sane.

One over the other
You pick and choose blindly
But either or, will fill your void kindly.

Your trust resolution
Is also your suspect.
With your magnifying glass
Your blurred eyes look though the crack
Bedazzled by what you see, what is the cause of my misery?

Poison or solution?
Pain or resignation?
Your mind is wrapped up in
Caution and frustration.

For a dear friend struggling.<3

Laurie Fisher Feb 2012

Mental Attitude

Your feeble mind
It twists your words up, intertwined
You lie like its the truth
Your an artist when it comes to being sleuth
You complain for a lack of communication
But you listen like the deaf
And lead like the blind
You can't understand
You got ****** up in the mind
You've got nothing else
To defend is all you have
Your absolutely empty
And its so disgustingly sad
Tricks and wicked games
Are the battles you choose to play
Its as if you woke up
Said, **** the world, I win today
But today is not your day to win
You can **** the world
But I've caught new wind
Listen up, I'll say it once
You can ***** the others
But I've found new stance

Laurie Fisher Feb 2012

Darling

Darling, am I imagining
Or is this real?
Reality seems to be so tricky
With all its spins, it becomes surreal.
I’m not sure, if it’s the drunken words
That forces your heart to splurge
When sober morning arises
Does guilt and doubt reverberate?
Were there things you have to reclaim and reiterate?