This poem is not about you This poem is about running on the beach Splashing in the surf, and kicking up sand The wind is blowing and it is just about to rain Laughing and breathing harder then it ever thought it could This poem is not about you This poem is about smiling for …
The apology was left in messages as unsent draftI just wanted to say hiThinking of you, but then apon remembering everything that went wrong, and everything that could never have gone rightAll the reasons everything went wrongMaybe it’s just better unsaidEspecially since nothing has changed for the better, and you are probably living happily ever …
It’s too late for my poor husbands, but let me spare you some of their grief, because in their search for that elusive metaphor, poets can be somewhat “eccentric.” If you date a poet, everyone will think you are the person they are writing about. You will be the person they are writing about. (unless …
She lined her windows with cobalt glasses, wine bottles and sometimes even glass birds. She was the the only poet I had ever known, so part of me thought this was how it had to be done, until of course she started getting cats, and they disagreed. They were right of course. That is also …
Pitty pitty pitty pat Ran the kitty kitty cat Down the stairs in seconds flat Why? Because And that is that Kitty kitty kitty cat
I always told myself when I escaped Texas, it would be different, but …
They will come flooding in like starlings it must seem tragic, or terrifying, or melancholy and the only remedy is hate and fear
You wake out of habit or bad dreams, and forgotten errands A tonic of panic and melancholy And what is life without it Believe me you will sleep again Do not over think this It doesn’t have to be perfect Only true
From inside Looking out Reaching through the bars to feel the grass To see the sun The wind blowing through the trees So the world is spinning The west wind is singing me to sleep Dreaming I’m awake I’m awake I’m awake I should be watching the clock The clock with hands I never understood what it …
Lying here, feeling so high As the clouds go drifting by I dream my dreams and let them fly Sending my prayers in flight like the dove Where the clouds race so high above Far from me and the strife below Where we struggle as friend and foe Far from this journey, where I fear …
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