Friday, April 20, 2012

weighed down

eyes feel like sunken ships...blurring...grubby bits of memories come up in the murky greyness...a hand reaching to my face gently...a soft curve of ear...the sound of a sigh...

i push it all away is too much to remember...i sink lower...i cant let myself think those thoughts any more...

i was going to be happy for the rest of my heart roared from its cage...

i cant think of those days any more...yet they swim back up to me...move close and haunt my body...push against my skin...the scent...your was the scent of it is the scent of sorrow...

there has to be something more to life than this sinking feeling...


  1. Oscar Wilde once said that true friends stab you in the front. So...Stop holding onto the past. You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last one. You know this to be true.
    With Love and Friendship~

    1. ah i wish it were that easy for an artist/writer/poet...we types mine our past and use it in our work...sometimes it haunts us and sometimes it is a great companion...but this is what one goes through as an artist...maybe that is why artists go mad, writers drink and poets stick their heads in ovens...but i do understand what you are and friendship back at ya sister!

  2. That said, I hope that you still have both of your ears :p"