Tag Archive: poetry


Siren


There’s something out there that is calling to me. 

I hear the voice clearly – haunting – chilling-alluring.

I long to follow… but I am so afraid.

It whispers, teases, shouts – and still I stand-

frozen and impotent.

When I break free of this I will run blindly

into that tantalizing music of freedom

and find my laughter waiting for me there.

So tired


…so tired of feeling like I can never tell the truth…

…so tired of holding back most of what I think and feel…

…so tired of protecting everyone from myself…

Please let me be free.

Please love me for who I am, not who you expect me to be.

 

I’m not okay


I’m not ok, I’m not ok, I’m not ok… all I can think is I am so broken and ruined and worthless..  Life isn’t supposed to be this way.  I am in so much pain.  I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to think, how to feel.  I think I am going crazy!  I can’t get my thoughts together.  Please help me…

The Offering


I come to you with my offering

arms full – eyes brimming…

but as I pour out my love

it turns to sand… my tears

to dust… and I realize

I have nothing to offer.

No oil, no myrhh…

I come to you empty-

begging to be filled.

 

 

Realm of the Unspoken


So many unspoken words…

I refuse to let them haunt me.

I don’t know what to say here

I have no comfort to offer…

this pain is overwhelming.

Numbness would be nice.

Two-faced me


I smile politely at you

and let you assume I agree.

In reality I am fuming

at your words.

I hide behind good manners

never letting you see the discord.

I don’t know you anymore

-don’t think I ever did.

It’s all smoke & mirrors anyway

this thing called friendship.

Unwanted Gift


Calmly I offer you

pieces of my heart,

tenderly chosen-

which you accept

with a smile

then toss away,

crumpled.

Just another piece

of unwanted garbage-

for which you spare

no thought.

Adrift


In a torrrid sea of faces

and voices

I cling to you.

Fighting violently

I resist the pull

of my old life…

of lies and pretending

of repression and unspoken violence.

I don’t want this anymore.

I crave peace,

unending.

So today I figtht

so that tomorrow

I may heal.

3-20-11

A Night in the Wind


The lioness

stalking

cricling, growling

menacing

biting

tearing, rending

shredding

eating

swallowing up

my soul

and passing

stealthily

into the night.

For a Loved One


He gathers his dreams about him…

-broken bits of colored glass-

usless, shining treasures…

painful reminders,

on which to cut himself-

so his angry wounds

can never heal.