I am lost in the labyrinth of my emotions I am drowning in the depths of my despair I glanced back at you; you looked away I closed my eyes; and turned away thinking, where did I go wrong? our fire was blown fast, extinguished I was once not sure but now I do know: things that ember do not glow forever
you see her at least the shell she allows she builds it up there are no cracks there are no fractures the perfect human she's never rude she's never frowning and only when she is alone can she breath a breath of relief and let down her shell
Pay dirt Pay phones Pay the sitter for her time in hell with the twins You'll never earn enough to call long distance Unless you move to Italy and live the dream of making heart-shaped pizzas
Another in response to a poem challenge from Elizabeth Leone Laird. See her poem "Clarity" and take the challenge!
Shaken into structure I stand- Four quaint pillars my base- If light burns fire, act or act not. The foundation of me will slowly break- For you small thing- My mistake.
For time flies forward and never back- From wood to paper to metal screen, we move. Though minds collide from forward and behind- Run away. Run away. So as we buzz forward we fall two beats behind.