As quickly as our eyes
Accidently crossed
I look away
I gather my stuff
And stand to leave
I cannot stay
To avoid any chance
Of having you speak
The mere thought of it
Makes me feel nauseous and weak
As quickly as our eyes
Accidently crossed
I look away
I gather my stuff
And stand to leave
I cannot stay
To avoid any chance
Of having you speak
The mere thought of it
Makes me feel nauseous and weak
I sit here
And think of you
Looking down
And stirring my coffee slow
How long I have actually
Been sitting here
I really don’t know
The other patrons
Of this shop
Come and go
My eyes are open
But it is as if
I were asleep
As a vivid movie plays
After all these years
You can’t believe
I’m not dead
After all the things
You’ve seen me
Make it through
You wash your ears
Of everything I’ve said
Nicely done
Rid yourself of the words
That will play over and over
Again in your head
Existing in light and shade
Youth and age
Obsessions craved
Cradles and graves
Countless thoughts
Bounced off endless waves
Moving to and fro
As if slaves
Empty deeds
Emotions displayed
I can’t believe after all of this
That you still let him win
The abuse forced upon you
Should be insurmountable sin
You can’t help but stare
At the ambivalence
As it drips from his grin
His kiss is soft
As he pulls you in
All of my life
I had this craving
I didn’t understand
This would bring
About my saving
A lost look in my eyes
As a boy playing
In need of a voice
Is what I am saying
To show all the sides
I was not displaying Continue reading
Emotions bursting
Like buds in the spring
You ask me now
What does all this mean
Dancing in circles
Feeling everything
All at once
It’s too much
Forcing you to scream
Looking at me
But seeing right through
Your arms outstretched
But I can’t seem to reach you
Wade into the River
That is my soul
Start to cross
No wrong Turns
But still I am lost
Coming out the other side
Not even my feet
Are wet
The pages of my life
They lie before me
Being written all the time
As the sand slowly falls
I try to turn ahead
Blank pages is all that I find
My future beckons
My past softly calls
Walking forward
But forever leaning back
Never has there been
A path that beckoned me
To the extent I couldn’t refuse
Always leaning but never
Could decide what to do
Watching others as they pass
On their way to happiness
Being left behind and abandoned
By no one and everyone at the same time
On a one way street
Peering into alleys if only a glimpse
Looking for another way
But paralyzed by decisions
On this street I stay