Ice comes encroaching
Our auditioning sidekick
Gentle warmth says no.
Category: Poetry
Tornado
If I spoke the language of the weather
I might have more to say
On the swirling, spinning something
Now abiding in my soul
As it stands, it might be better
To keep the forecasts off today
The wind’s a violent nothing
And I cannot find a lull.
Challenged
It’s cold and rainy
My sister isn’t brainy
She made me write this.
Complaint
What do you complain about the most?
There’s the heat, and there’s the cold
To be young, and to be old
There’s the ever nearing feeling
Of eternal isolation
There’s horror come of company
The unknown that you want from me
And the greater dread of knowing
All I could never give alone
There’s the day and there’s the night
There is wrong and there is right
And in the end it’s everything
That life meant me to be shown.
Prosaic
People are prosaic:
Longer than can be perfected,
Ever shorter than can cover all.
Lifetimes spent in their pursuit
Are lifetimes spent in chasing’s thrall.
Dependent
How I long to leave your shadow!
To be none but myself;
But so long as I am flawed and shallow,
It would be me and no one else.
Beyond
A world unknown beyond my own
Shall tease, and taunt, and terrify;
And all I’ve done, what truths I’ve drawn
Are there only to vilify.
Unpresent
Don’t make me wake up to the nightmare
Don’t let me rise only to fall
I know what awaits me out there
Why be there at all?
The Rock Above Your Head
Name an attraction or town close to home that you still haven’t got around to visiting.
I see you every day
And yet I have never been
In truth, I don’t expect to
Distance will always win
But I can look above me
And see your reflective light
Maybe I’ll remember then
Humans are capable of flight.
Whodunit
I can imagine how he thinks of me:
The weak girl’s desperation.
But to this day, I can’t believe
It was all his manipulation.
I believed that I was stronger;
Thought that I could play the part.
Pretend I was normal a little longer,
And maybe then I’d really start.
But in all eyes, I the fool
Was caught up in the act —
Though whether it was mine or his
I will never know for fact.