Your words are music
to the ears of all,
your unique perspective
a joy oft forgotten.
sing any song you like
so long as it is not your own
Tag: sadness
Half of the Time
My heart’s only in it half of the time,
the other half fast fades away
but then for a bit, a moment sublime,
it goes along with the charade.
A bittersweet vision dancing in light,
a vision undoubtedly you,
but fast does it fade and try as I might
my world fades to a shade of blue.
“Like for a Like”
Digital tears fall much like real ones
and the voids fill much the same–
no one wants to be alone.
Why be true to yourself and others
when another option exists,
when another option almost always exists?
Wouldn’t that make it good
by default? Manufactured for the quickest
form of an emotional high,
we know so many
yet know so few
in the lonely stretches of creation
and in these empty halls
of the created–
but
no one wants to be alone.
Someone Like You (a waltz)
The morning in mourning
did cry in despair
since someone like you
out of dreams couldn’t fare
for
someone like you was all that I need,
I lied to myself but tried to believe . . .
The day broke, no fanfare,
but bright shone the sun
on you and your smile
for the music begun
for
someone like you was all that I need,
but my heart and my mind were not agreed . . .
In words that were spoken
it all became clear
that someone like you
was a thought that I feared
for
someone like you–it simply won’t do—
the place in my heart was empty but knew . . .
Those words were revealing
and it wouldn’t seem
appropriate to
walk away from a dream
for
someone like you would never make do
for someone like me who loves only you.
The Darkest Clouds Hold Much Rain
When the clouds grow heavy
you can’t hold them back,
they’ll pour out the rains
without any slack.
So why are you trying
to hold it all in?
Your tears are not rain;
they’re heavier than.
Some Nights (on the drive home)
Most nights the drive home is fine,
no worries of the day
Looking Up
Sometimes she sees herself
down in the dark pits,
looking down and around, Continue reading “Looking Up”
Sharp Turn (a short story)
He had driven seventy miles when he finally pulled to the side of the road. The sun flirted with the horizon, unsure of the proper time to hide. He killed the ignition and took in a deep breath, laying his forehead squarely on the steering wheel. His body needed to shake but he would not let it. He took long controlled breaths for what seemed like hours. Continue reading “Sharp Turn (a short story)”
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