The coffee grounds spilled into the brew.
The dishes were not washed in time.
Those are the things that matter to you.
(Not that I made it home safe.)
I forgot to add cinnamon to the pie.
I changed the garbage, but not in time.
I went hungry while you got high.
(Did I mention I got another “A”?)
But I stumbled again, and fear for you to know.
Please remember that,
Softness is to anger what rain...
Masterpiece! Masterpiece! your lies
Weaving, flowing, reaching the skies!
No honour to you, will I give
A traitor of hearts, how you live!
Each passing day, falsehoods you spread
Integrity, I choose instead.
Within you, I doubt, truth exists
Your blackened heart, compassion resists!
A truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you could invent!
Away! Away! Far I will go
Soaring,...
Her space, hers alone
No one else dare enters
The door that can be seen
Tucked away in the corner
Down the hall
Visible through the floating dust
The door, like a prism
Reflects colours in the light
The door, often dark
Like the shadows it hides in.
Her space, hers alone
Only she has the key
To the ebony mess
To the growing mass
Of turmoil that is her space
Projects always started
Tasks half co...
Her long black hair shimmers in the light
Four furry feet, each with sock of white
She doesn’t seem to mind that her paws are often stained green
For that means she’s been outside with her ball playing
Intense brown eyes, always full of emotion
Sending me messages, beyond her love and devotion
Going to work, she has an important role
Tail wagging and smiling, she welcomes the people
Some no longe...
Patches of yellow, light and dark
Thin lines of pink and blue
Loose threads along the edges
The start of life was me with you.
Everywhere, dragged you were
Through dirt and grass and water
Tugged, pulled, twisted and torn
Soaking in my tears and laughter.
Soft and warm with silky hem
Blanket of comfort, I named Minou
Now tucked away, a childhood treasure
The start of life was me with you....
Liquid crystal drops upon her breast,
Falling from faint, sea-blue eyes
That have memorized the truth, horror and lies.
Glistening pale skin, warm from embrace;
His head heavy, burden’d black
From long ago past; cruel, nightly attacks.
Soothing coos to the sobs in the night,
Cries keep coming, soft and strong.
The bruises now gone; must mem’ries last so long?...
