My pen feels weak and underused of late
so much unfolding on this side of the gate--
illness prevails, my body wracked with pain
Seems anymore I seldom ever seem to gain
a step forward without taking two steps back--
wondering what it is that my psyche lacks
other than the stamina to withstand illness and strife
Surely, surely this is not the rest of my life?
©Pamela Rae 07.19.2017

One thing after the other...I just can't seem to knock this infection out of me and to feel really good again. I'm sure in time things will improve.
Just know I'm still here when I can find the stamina.
Hoping to be reading more soon!
Blessings, dear poets!
♥️
  Jul 17 Pamela Rae
Born

Caressing, laughing  
Cause you felt the stars
in her galaxy

Loving, smiling
Cause you felt your heart
twinkle with happiness

Lonely melodies
Cause you felt empty
without his touch

Sharing, posting
Cause you felt inclined
to open up

Crying, hating
Cause you felt your heart
broken into pieces

Doping, puffing
Cause you felt the urge
to numb your pain

Crawling, running
Cause you felt the need
to move  forward

Hoping, praying
Cause you felt God
Pulling you closer

This one is dedicated to the three most awesome women that inspire me with love, hope and kindness despite the craters life has to offer.

Patty M
Pamela Rae
Soul survivor
  Jul 15 Pamela Rae
Traveler

In a small town
In Alabama
...
There lives a Poetess
As sweet as can be
One who's been here
(On HP)
Longer than me
Living on loving
And good poetry

Every beautiful moment
Every tragic scream
She's there to soften
Realities sting
Lucidly asleep
Wandering
Through dreams
She is a loyal subject
And she is
The Queen

Her smile is as bright
As her mind is wise
Lovely makeup
Never a disguise
To peer through
Her Southern
Smiley eyes
Is to know
Somehow
That hope
Is alive
...

Traveler Tim
  Jul 3 Pamela Rae
Vicki

with a nameless
anxiety, i twist
my chain necklace,
take it off.
i want to hang myself
briefly to choke,
live a little death,
force out
the toxicity of my
modern breath, unbroken
as i am
and awake, alive but numb
my primal scream
a low permanent hum.

  Jul 2 Pamela Rae
Ramin Ara

Appear
As
You
Are
Be
As
You
Appear

Pamela Rae Jul 2

I know now I was safer there
deep in the darkness of dreams
far from here, far from anywhere
encased, ensconced in surreality
I could actually bleed
and no one would care or even see
and nor would I - for the pain
was not the least real--
whatever happened
my mind could grasp
but my heart did not feel
and no matter what, no matter where
I was safer in the deepest darkness there
and the shadows that played across
my misted vision
of muted sight
always surrounded
by the darkest night
did not encrypt me in it's worrisome tomb
for a part of me simply knew
I was still safe in my room--
yet the eeriness that lurked
that tried to embrace and envelop me
also served as my rescuer
as it set me free
and allowed escape
from all that was happening back here--
back in the waking world
where there is so much to see, so much to fear--
so forgive me now
if I seem just a tad rude--
but I need to go back for some eery, yet relaxing solitude
of rest and slumber
my little escape from the "here"
so that I might dream of enchantments and eerier things
(which instill only a temporary fear)
and release me from this daily onslaught of gloom
every time I turn on the television
(or try to read the latest news)
in the so called "comfort" of my living room...
©Pamela Rae 07.02.2017

sometimes dreams are frightening, but not nearly as frightening as the reality of living in today's world at times.
Watching the news depresses me and worries me
and oftentimes takes a toll...
so is it any wonder my dreams / nightmares
feel like an escape? ;)
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