I can’t touch your hand
Cause the ghost is you
Pictures on my
Computer stand
Stand alone
Messages
Never answered
And I am
Starting to wonder
If you found
That last comfort
Or if you finally
Decided to move on

The wind always blowing.
North, South, East, and West.
The wind never calm.
Always changing.
Change the way I feel.
The way I feel for her.
Wind blow these feelings out of my heart.
For I know she could never love me.
The wind ever changing.
Change the way she feels.

marjorie farmer originally shared to poets of g exlib (Discussion):

I would like to share the most memorable poem I ever heard with all here at poets of g exlib:

Trees       by:  Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose ***** snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Against the gentlest ashen bones n’ flesh
I brush my skin and devour this gest
Driveling to stretch these moments last
For let me relish this spell afore;
My beloved becomes my precious past

On this illusory floor of lustrous dreams
I smash the glass of self-esteem
Tapping and whirling until I’m bereaved
For let me evanesce in pulse afore;
The hour is struck of my beloved’s leave

I pluck the leaves of my insanity n’ grief
And brew it well with my rusty belief
On this unsullied tongue I taste the wine
For let me drink before they lift;
Walls around my beloved’s shrine

Over the tormented waters;
I build a wharf and cast my woes
And I lay in peace as a sleeping child
Whilst averting noises n’ my cries
For let me rest in peace afore;
Veils are laid as my beloved dies

My shoulder Jesus will not fix
No matter how much I pray

My stupid shoulder is ugly
It never goes away

It is a terrible thing
For a Taoist
To have a body out of balance

Internal calm but akward body

"God never gives us more than we can handle"
Is what the therapist said that day

Try living with a disability or body imbalance
See if you would feel the same way

What an ignorant cliche

And so I'm *******
In the chatrooms
On my day off

Not feeling much of anything
On this day

At least I have food
And I'll go the the gym later
Like I always do

Life is a strange and stupid
Thing sometimes
Is what I say to you

Non action is required
In an organic computer game
This time, that time, another time
It is really all the same

And DARPA prepares the drones
America one day will fall
It's only a matter of time

Earth spins around the sun
This meaningless rock ball