Skip to main content

July 20, 2016

Life is pain. Life is sadness. Life is lonliness. Life is devastation. Life is sleeping, its dreaming. Life is being woke, life is joy, life is laughter, life is breathing, life is happiness in my eyes, life is having a child...raising a child and having the tiny boy suckle at my breast. Life is family, its sickness, it's travel, learning....life is hiding and being fearful. Life is overcoming, life is sharing, life is communicating, life is a sunset, its a flower in full bloom and petals fall one by one.
Life is poetry and music and art, life is desolate and isolation, it's my eyes closed meditating and a white star is my focus. Life is resting your head on a blue pillow at 2p.m. while the sun is scorching the sidewalks outside your home. Life is rising to catch a train I've be er been on- its food on a burning stove while music fades in the background. Life is memories good and bad, its children's fingers on my cheek with a precious sticky smile and eyes gleam of hope. Life is his hand in mine. Life is suffering and creating, it's a smoke stack from firewood chimneys that I daydream about, a book open or shut. Life is madness, it's gloat, its nothing and everything, it's an itchy palm and a dark fairytale while she buries her head in the sheets. Life is what you see. You don't see me.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Poem-i think

You say this never bothered you But this was that And that was surely part of this... Whatever this is. I see fingertips tapping merciless on the counter top And to great surprise they aren't mine. I wait as you wait And I cry as you try And try And he knocks on my bedroom door As dove eggs cracking painlessly upon the floor
Post a Comment
Read more

Refried dreams

Refried Dreams He left me a cold plate of refried dreams He left me. His knuckles no longer crack in sudden dreary while I sleep. The shape of the moon is no longer the same And I melt at the sound of upside-down guitar strings. The dinner table holds candles and dust And there lies a plate of refried dreams Muddled and alone,  no longer bright My spice gets lost in the beans and rice of your life. EV
Post a Comment
Read more

Writings

Don't buy me flowers, Just walk me through them Take me to them, to the quiet place To sit-n- dream and choke on gin Where our hands meet And you're missing again. Take me there So you'll feel safe Show me flowers Between our space. Gentle-sweet Like your nature Just like flowers And pain's creator Show me, Make me Whole A-gain ...missing again Drunk on gin High on me-in my hand In my head Eggs in bed Toast and jam- Morning juice Drunk on gin; In sunshine hour Minus him, Minus flowers. EV
Post a Comment
Read more