Whole

I just want to feel something againDone with brokenNumbAnd sad.  I just want to be myself againDone with mourning,WhatI had.  I just want to love someone againDone with lonely,GoingMad.  I just want to know myself againDone with excuses,FeelingBad.  I just want toWant toNeed toBe just whole again.  But I don’t know if I can.

Puzzled

It’s when I stopped looking For you….All the time,Every time,That I found the time.  No more staring at the driveway,Or just glancing at the door,Waiting,Knowing you won’t come around no more.No more staring at my phone,Or looking for your name, on the list of who read what where,Waiting,Knowing you’re no longer there.  It’s when IContinue reading “Puzzled”

Stone-age Love

The beautiful thing about books, for me, is the power there is in rereading them. There’s books that feel like old friends, that I’ll pick up every once in a while and read, even though I’ve plowed through them 20 times before. And each time I read them, they’ll make sense to me in differentContinue reading “Stone-age Love”

Clueless – Blissfully Unaware

A lot of the reflecting that I do is brain-related. Or well, I obviously don’t mean the gushy slimy grey matter lump sitting there in your skull, but the brainy things connected to intelligence, or consciousness or awareness and patterns/behaviors that it controls. It’s fun to think about thinking. Or at least, that’s how IContinue reading “Clueless – Blissfully Unaware”

Crooked smile

‘It’s ok.’They tell me.‘You were just brainwashed,by him and the scene he painted.’ And I’ll smile a crooked smileAsking them ‘what brain?’‘I lost that way before him.’‘I’ve always been out of my mind.’ ‘It’s the heart that he stole.’‘And the love that he took,that now leave me feeling empty.’ It’s when their helpful eyes hardenIt’sContinue reading “Crooked smile”