Tag Archives: poetry
The rest of what I was.
Similitude Just like the squeak of a cheap old faucet Its paint – a silver cheat, peels mutated in flakes My same approach sharply bent at edge. Like a scuff mark bothers to be the labor of your time Or … Continue reading
Filed under Life
How sharp the knife-
This is the drawing of a painting I’ve posted here already, over a year ago. The drawing is stripped down and imperfect–the same way I’ve been feeling lately. The poem is newer, written about someone I know and can identify … Continue reading
Until It Bleeds
A pastel drawing I did a few weeks ago. I finished a painting this week but have to wait for a sunnier day to get a good shot of it (I like using natural light). The lines below were written … Continue reading
Filed under Life
Closing In
The way she sings this word The saddest wound I’ve ever heard Together when we die… Sad little note and I I thought if I closed my eyes You wouldn’t make me breathe Not again, not this alone This way … Continue reading
A Newer Skin
The clock hangs Look down and pull open the drawer Small people—living in your veins And fearing for the life they saved A slow connect not so quickened into shame Feel for those lit candles and taste those bloodied blades … Continue reading
Clouds of Lullaby, Beyond
The visual I get when I hear the chorus to “Imaginary” by Evanescence In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me And here’s … Continue reading
The Web
Moment to moment, I’m covering my eyes But the visions still arise, those Feared uncertainties of life In their rational pattern There speaks an enemy It gives the beat rhythm to keep Despite everything, keep breathing…. Shouldn’t I mind such … Continue reading
Filed under Art
“Day” My Opposite Scream
Suspended high, So you must be the truth You’re who takes the lead Always bright and unpredictable My opposite scream I say, why extend the agony? Why respect another day? Your philosophies don’t stick with me Or fold my knife … Continue reading
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“One Of These Days” Who should be ashamed?
Dry unmoving air One place is just as any I’m here and holding nothing And don’t wonder what I was to be So, rest still and without worry Because I will never tell you Those things I did, that I … Continue reading
Filed under depression, poems
And another one…
Two more weeks to go until my normal, part time work schedule begins. I’m still taking the medication I was prescribed, but it’s tough waiting for this stuff to work. And if/when it does, I don’t expect it to last … Continue reading
