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If spring draws the earth
in golden streaks of life,
I long to hear
the songs of the bluejay.

I long to hear anything.

For all I hear when you open
your mouth
is a chime of chide
and the rustle of grit:

the grinding of your
restless heart
so full of
hate.
 Dec 2013 Teri Bennett
Jade Musso
I run down the path through the trees
Out into a field
Grey is right beside me
White wings are in the distance

There's a tree in the middle of the grass
Where I sit and I breathe
Grey is right beside me
White wings are nearby

There's a door that I enter alone
He's waiting
Who cares, who listens, who sees
He sees me and I'm safe
 Dec 2013 Teri Bennett
Jade Musso
Can you help me stop these feelings?
I don’t know what to do
I can’t stop thinking of him
When I should be thinking of you

And in the night I dream such things
Like holding hands with boys
I never dream of you at night
But yet I still enjoy

I don’t know if he’ll care
But I can’t stop myself
If he still does hate me
I will lose all self-wealth

I love you so much
I cannot even say
I want you to hold me
And love me everyday

My heart thinks of your smile
But my mind is drifting by
I wish I could let it go
But it will never die

- circa 2009
 Dec 2013 Teri Bennett
Jade Musso
I am dark and He is light
I am weak and He is might
I am blind and He is sight
I am wrong and He is right

Every life, relief, peace, pleasure
It is His plan
Every death, pain, agony, grief
It is His plan

Do not give yourself away
You are His
Do not give yourself credit
That is His
Everything you do is because of
Him

If you do not love Him
You are not good
If you do not pay homage to Him
You are a sin

He is the puppeteer to rule us all
 Dec 2013 Teri Bennett
Guss
Its totally deceiving,
the tales of the meaning of life.
Grow up,
go to school,
get a job,
work hard,
play hard,
pay your taxes,
and especially die hard.
But still my brain is running slower
than my online connection speeds.
So slow.
I ended the day spent and tired,
and filled with wasted deeds.
Bitter?
Maybe.
But who faults a man
for defining himself through his actions.
Ogling at the universe,
and simply breathing.
Meditation keeps me sane.


As you can probably tell,
my strife continues effortlessly.
Sliding down an icy road
with no chains
and my brakes at full.
When the tree comes to slam me,
I'll be ready.
whistling through the countryside
whirling leaves into dervishes neath elm trees
wrinkling ripples atop waterways
wrapping it's cold paws about our shins
wildly whisking during a thunderstorm
window panes rattle when it blows
whoosh is a whipping winds sound
the hue of azure
rings in the sky this very day
glorious it's blue chime
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