#impotence
A confessional paints her face
She'd not wakened before sobbing
Hateful scratching in her voice
Her choking prayer muffled by shame
It wasn't to be a day about the garden
Oceanic creature falling above our roof
Bending noises out of her crucifixes frames
Tasking her with direction
The winters first hard breaking upon us now
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 6:30 PM UTC
My hands feel limp and impotent
My fingers half-numb across the keyboard
I've never felt so thirsty for understanding
But nobody in the world is quite what I want
I'm not going to shut my door
Even if all the cold air leaks out
I'll stare into the frame and
Maybe something will jump out
Maybe it'll all just rot with me
Maybe something will happen to me
Because I can't happen myself
All I can do is stare
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 1:11 AM UTC
Why won't these words release me?
They abstract me in my mind.
I will find internal peace
if an exit I can find.
I'm sad.
I should know why.
But, to put to words, I'm not sure that I...
Well, you see,
the way I handle problems,
the way I come to grips,
I put my thoughts to paper
as if I pull them from my lips.
I read them, finding meaning;
finding rhythm to my rhyme.
But, this sadness that I feel,
it just won't fit in metered time.
When I try to let it flow
I get a log jam in my mind.
All I get is garbled senses
with truth impossible to find.
Yes, all I do is scrawl confusion.
Yet, maybe that will say it best.
For,
how can I divulge the answers
when I never passed the test.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
It will be futile
To gather you into my arm
While my virility with
Ego-rocking words you harm!
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 1:42 AM UTC