someone's forgotten cottage
someone’s forgotten cottage
walking in the woods
I discovered
an old deserted cottage
weeds and thicket grew all around
the windows were gone
old curtains blew in the
breeze seeming to enjoy their
almost freedom
old chairs sitting in front
of the cottage wasting away
in the rain sun and snow
if I look hard enough might
I get a glimpse...
Saturday 6th March 2021 5:57 pm
Abandoned
Feeling down
because my muse
abandoned me again.
Maybe to teach me
another lesson
about leaning on him,
instead of mining inspiration
from deep within.
Seeking satisfaction
outside ourselves
is perhaps the greatest sin.
It is a game no one wins.
So, back to the blank page I go.
Just me and my pen.
Friday 11th October 2019 3:40 pm
Free-Falling
I’m losing my mind.
Don’t you understand?
I’m desperately reaching out for your hand.
Don’t leave me hanging, slipping, falling…
down into the endless abyss of darkness,
Never destined to land.
You’ve saved me once before,
But this time there are no safety ropes.
I’m free-falling, plummeting, going down…
My only hope Is for you to save me now.
I’m losing my ...
Monday 18th June 2018 2:59 pm
Adrift
They see me
Without a word
Through the sea white mist
Slow silent slip away
They see me
An empty vessel
Adrift from my moorings
Fading to the horizon
To move, like night, from sea to sea
They see me
Haze distanced
Lost to all and love
Hull down, alone
Eternally to drift
To tide or current whim
Sometime becalmed
Drifting
Sometime storm blasted
D...
Saturday 10th March 2018 4:35 pm
Awry
Alone, abandoned, overlooked.
I wake up to a never ending nightmare that I call life.
Insecurities and anxieties blare in as the alarm goes off.
Snooze. Snooze. It's all a ruse, I try to hit snooze in hopes to avoid the nightmare but in this terrible wake there is no snooze so I think, "What is there to lose?"
There's the mistake, don't think, do.
Overthinking leads to overanalyzin...
Wednesday 31st January 2018 6:23 am
Old Abandoned House
I caught you peeking through the window,
Of this old abandoned house,
Finely crafted from the dreams I left behind.
I stopped you dead in your tracks,
The tracks I once wandered when I discovered this realm.
How did you find me through this smoke?
It was much to blinding for me.
You took my hand and walked away,
Only pulling half of me with you.
If just for a moment...
Friday 14th October 2016 6:00 am
Waiting on flowers
I am waiting for the day that you will show up at my door
With a flower for every birthday you missed.
Twenty-one flowers of vibrant colors—
Turquoise, violet, “tickled pink”—
They will spread their pedals in the warm spotlight
That will touch every inch of my cold, pale skin.
The features of my face will be illuminated.
I will no longer be the infant you left—
The life tha...
Saturday 24th September 2016 1:57 am
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