Don’t Call it a Comeback…oh wait, please do.

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I’ve discovered that I can get an app for WordPress. As a result I’ll be able to post with more frequency. Hopefully start building a following and actually make something of this blog. I look forward to hearing from all of you! If this is your first time here then please feel free. Stay awhile and smell the roses. (I mean read my poetry). I am not funny, deep or even all that good at writing but I am honest and I love words. I do try to always respond to  comments and likes 🙂

Let’s have fun together!

Give me Liberty or give me Death!

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The night air was cool and calm with a breeze dancing gently across the surface of my skin. As I stood there and surveyed the sky I noticed that the moon was closer than normal and glowing softly through the clouds. I laughed sarcastically inside as I felt a tear trace its meandering path down my face and into my bosom, carving new pathways for the wind, now icy, to assault. The serenity of the night was the opposite of the stark battle raging within me. I swallowed, the sharp tang of vomit and fear stinging my throat. I swallowed again and forced my foot to move forward and hang over the edge. My body fought my every move, each muscle spasming as if to shout “Don’t do this!” But I had spent too many years hating and hurting this body to listen now. Determined I moved another foot forward and now my mind started rebelling. Whispering things and saying that maybe death isn’t the solution and maybe I should just conform. But this too was something I was used to and brushed it away. Give me liberty or give me death I roared within myself to drown the noise of my own protests. I cast myself forward into the night to be swallowed and absolved of my great lie. But just as my body was plunging forward, my dark hair absorbed by the darkness, a hand grabbed mine and pulled me back to the hospital roof. 

They Say Time Will Heal

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They say time will heal, 

but what do they know?

The illusion of peace

time paints over the pieces

lasts till pressure is applied

and the cracks start to show

 

They say time will heal

But can they really feel?

this nagging needing

of my heart, tired of bleeding

though the wound is healed

the pain is only sealed

 

They say time will heal,

can I trust them?

Time ticks and tocks 

and my mind’s eye is blank

then memory madness flashes

and sudden sadness lashes

out and sinks me again

They say time will heal,

I am waiting.