I used to dream in tongues In languages left alone Fear of knowing Fear of being the one Twisted in the moment of falling behind Running in the wrong direction Being lost to time Finding a place to call your own Then losing the key Fearful memories Alone at last Drunken nights I forget my…
Tag: Poems
To Hunt A Fox
A fox rests on the shoulder of a mountain Taking in the rays of the sun It raises its head Foot steps draw near On the edge of the forest Creeping along the undergrowth A hunter draws near With gun in hand With vengeance in her eyes The fox tilts his head in amusement Another…
Mother, I hope that you are well
Mother, I hope that you are well I remember lullabies And the subtle feeling of love There were never any hugs Jabs of pain from disappointment On your birthday when no one had any presents You would smile Understanding you were less Forgotten in your role Loving and kind Never really saying no But now…
Crafted: Neither Bitter Nor Bold
In her hands and far from the eyes of mere mortal men She crafts a friend To begin again Eyes of Jasper to see what the soul hides Ears of elm to listen to the wind Lips of Sapphire, harsh words do not fade fast A heart of silver, neither pure nor bitter Legs of…
These Empty Pages Feel No Pain
I look at empty pages where the words should be They gnaw at my being I can not write these feelings down I can not face them I am weak Do the strong wither with pages full of words Do they stand and face the wind Do they scream at their fears I do not…
The Frailty Of Large Ideals
For me the world is built on big ideas Large ideals, like kindness and somber thoughts Mournful visions of the past Mindful planning of the future For a world so large, yet so small I weep, like a child that has just lost its mother without understanding the gravity of lost I weep, face strained…
My Friends Are Finding New Places
The other day as I wandered out loud “My friends are finding new places to call their own.” The misery of being alone set in In those new places are new faces Jokes that I may never hear Stories of childhoods I thought were meant for me My friends are finding new places In which…
I WILL DENY YOUR BEING
I won’t sing you praises Or make mention of your name I will not worship at your feet Won’t make offerings on your altar I will not feed the person you have become I will ignore it Deny your existence Forget who you used to be This is my journey My road to explore I…
The Dragon Under The Hill
On the hill, there is a cry Over the mountains and beyond There is a voice That beckons me to return Return to slumber Return to peace Return to moments less important than these To simple days When the world revolves on loving thy enemy In their obscure ways To art that spoke of music…
