My pennies
Always heads-up
Laid out so neatly
Some shinny and new
Passed thru the hands of few
Some used endless times
Still, no challenge
To their worth
Each a collection
I never planned to keep
But now
We’ve become each other’s history
Just pennies in hand
This is where I leave you
Because you won’t go back
And you don’t want to go forward
And I can’t stay here
You have always been honest
and I’ve caught you in lies
or exaggerations
or something that was meant to ease me
but tore at my skin from inside
And a deep breath
an exhale of relief
This is where I leave you
Hello Poetry Lovers!
I’ve been away from my blog for two years, which has been too long. I have been posting on twitter and instagram but not as frequently as I once did. I’m hoping to improve that. Starting here on my blog, and carrying into other formats (Facebook, twitter, instagram). I look forward to engaging with you all once again! Keep writing 🙂
Whispers under sheets haunt me another night
Loneliness doesn’t take the voices away
But carries them in front of eyes
Because hearing just isn’t enough
Witnessing personal insanity is only the beginning
Finding the steps to climb back up
Can only be pointed out
Without someone showing the way
Falling down into graves becomes evident
So have some wine
And wait for the crash
Glass always falls to the ground
Finding the balloons to float up
Are always hiding in empty hands
I wouldn’t even call it a break
An unhappiness
Regret
The void
In the shell
Of my emotions
A white canvas
Torn thru
My motivation
There are no pieces
There was no break
The cold
Burned
Hot as the sun
And I am paralyzed
In the actions of anything
To keep my mind
From living
Paper Moments & Broken Lines 