Poetry Category
Maybe Tomorrow…
Posted on March 11, 2019 2 Comments
Late at night, when it’s just me and the moon. We both pray you’ll return with the sun.
Kin
Posted on March 7, 2019 2 Comments
You were already dead to me. But, I couldn’t stop my heart, when yours did.
I’m Broken
Posted on March 6, 2019 Leave a Comment
By the ocean, before the night. I broke, from missing you.
Tainted Blood
Posted on March 5, 2019 4 Comments
A lonely peer, a doorway. Most still lay asleep. Strangers, cloaked as lovers. Lineup…for the rabbit hole. They’re smiles, fake, and you know it. Will, did not lead them here. All they want is to shower in that devil’s medicine. Melt and run away. How can you hold their hand? Allow their laughter, their play, […]
Past Eight
Posted on March 4, 2019 Leave a Comment
Whistles silent, brews stress pinched to the nape. TV flickers black and white but can’t turn it off. Frozen mittens dry from the blessed heat, brings sweat with no one to blame. Mumbles first, like there’s someone to fight back. Then, the knee goes, not worry, just wonder. Past eight… …old lady’s not home.
Forgotten Notes
Posted on March 4, 2019 2 Comments
Let me sing to you, my daughter, so I may make the strings of your heart, play music that’s in between.
The Red Road
Posted on March 2, 2019 8 Comments
I walked a path less travelled, on a road covered in red. Evergreens bowed before me, to welcome back an old soul. Draped, lonely…in silence. A still that became my only friend. There, my worries were sheltered, protected by a forgotten trail. That journey became ritual, to protect me from blended reality. I ran as […]
That Song
Posted on March 1, 2019 2 Comments
I remember that song. Every note just for me. Sweet melody, aimed straight toward my heart. Our souls in tandem with the music. I’d bathe in the cast of your light. You with that grin. I’m there sometimes, when I go back, for a listen…just for me.
Lonely Heart
Posted on February 27, 2019 10 Comments
It barely even beats. Doesn’t matter though, now. Given this heart… only to stare at strangers, thinking that for a life’s blink, that stranger could have been you. I tired of being wrong.
Ash Douglas