His fingers
pluck at my insides.
His tattoos
chronicle
the depth of his suffering.
I’ve fallen again.
2011 November PAD CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE: Day 3
Tag Archives: Shadorma
Sort of a Pattern
Empty Room
Who am I
within the silence?
Forgotten
and afraid,
slipping into spaces that
no longer exist.
Like this:
Say Goodbye
Even now,
as I write these words,
I’m not here
anymore.
It’s time for you to let go
and just say goodbye.
Like this:
Anywhere~Postcard #6
When she says
‘anywhere but here,”
each word cracks.
Finally,
silencing the old voices
that always said “no”.
*this postcard is heading to Washington*
Check out this link to learn more about the 2011 August Poetry Postcard Fest !
Like this:
Escape~Postcard #5
To escape -
One thought keeps slipping
in and out
of my mind.
To simply disappear here.
Bright Lights – Shooting Stars.
*this postcard is heading to Illinois*
Check out this link to learn more about the 2011 August Poetry Postcard Fest !
Like this:
Still Lovely~ Postcard #4
The whispers
of insomnia
cluttered and
distorted-
It’s nothing more , nothing less
than a sleepless night.
Check out this link to learn more about the 2011 August Poetry Postcard Fest !
*this postcard is heading to Wisconsin*
Like this:
Lovely Visitors
