Skies so blue,
I mean black; ominous
Yet, I smile at the sight of you
Though you're nowhere close
Only your essence lingers.
How do you miss a soulless soul?
Holding on to what was promised,
Guaranteed. Written. Printed.
Opposite results.
Up all night, sleep all day.
Insomniac. Low energy.
Hyped. High.
My mind running faster than your lies.
Guess this is what they would call
Vignette.
Hands
We go thru life waiting
Watching
For those Perfect Moments
We wish to freeze them in time
Either with picture or by writing
What if
We have all been wrong
What if
Tragedy & Those other Tough Moments of life
See, They all change us
We feel so damaged at times
Without acknowledging the”moment”
The moment of change within us
This could be one of the greatest opportunities
To record ourselves
We allow honest emotions to release
the breaking light
shatters old thought
with silvery shards of the new,
Falling through the shards of light
are dust motes the size of planets.
Slowing drifting through time,
This is for everyone, yes even You! So get together ya'll - let's plan.
No matter who You really are, a child or a woman/a man.
So there is need for the vibes of anger, sadness & confusion;
Love reigns supreme and the rest is all an illusion.
This message is wrapped in all powerful levels of positivity,
Even though that we are told we have no amazing superhuman capability.
nothing in the sky
At my lowest
Alive but alone
Waiting for death
Eyes closed
Placed the barrel to my head
Paused for a moment
Just a moment
Felt a tap on my shoulder
I slowly opened my eyes
Blinked because there was still darkness
But slowly I began to see the stars
Each shining so bright
They pulled me through the darkest night
Night after night
Finally just as suddenly
As an eclipse
The Sun began to shine
My days are always filled with brightness now
The night still falls
But I'm going to see the stars
I’m going back
The long familiar roads I used to walk
down every day now seem so very strange
Though nothing’s changed
I’m still on track
In someone else’s world the shadowy
sinister trees jump out and hide my view
Just passing through
Why am I living in
a place where no-one smiles
All that I can see feels so strange to me
Goodbye Bartley Green
She said it was a trial,
That I’d hear but wouldn’t know—
In this world I’m not a master,
So it’s silly for me to crow.
My ego brought on disaster:
She loathed me, I never knew;
So now I lie only with my dear—Denial.
The end rhyme scheme follows Frances Darwin Cornford’s poem, “The True Evil.”
