Shattered

for my sis, in memory of Lohti

Lives shattered,
broken,
torn,
punching holes,
in the cloth,
of humanity.

A mind destroyed,
by war and gore,
plucks away hearts,
with life left to live.

Death spreads,
it's gloomy cloud,
smeared by love,
across earthly bounds.

Like a spider,
sensing it's pray,
on distant threads,
I feel the ripples,
of painful tearing,
as another thread,
in this human web,
is pulled,
too hard.

Of Age

First legal sip,
slips,
bubbling down my throat,
ice cold bottle,
pouring warmth into me,
a taste of beer,
ironically taken,
not from my own bottle,
but offered by mom,
a simple taste,
same as past,
but legal now.

Falling in Love

I wrote this recently for a challenge in a poetry group I'm in.


Falling in Love

Sitting alone in the pouring rain,
a simple hi is all it takes,
to call my attention to,
a man who shares my quiet,
I feel myself slide,
falling in love,
wanting you,
romance,
mine

Falling

Lonely,

tired,

hungry,

aching.

Needy,

demanding,

expectant,

uncertain.

Falling apart.

Spiraling down.

Losing my grip,

beginning to slip.

I slide into uncertainty,

wondering who really cares,

as soon as no ones there,

to raise a hand,

and say I'm here.

My mind begins to doubt,

that anyone should care.

In loneliness I fall.

Tears

Tears pour down my face, for hurt not mine,
I cry in pain with face unseen,
her hurt now his, his hurt mine,
one girls hurt, hurting all,
her pain cutting deep,
wishing to die,
needing love,
spilling,
tears.

Itching to Write

Itching to write,
my fingers twitch,

Eager to feel,
the pen in my grasp,

Slide over smooth paper,
spilling out words,

Unleashing a story,
capturing remnants,

Stray thoughts to challenge,
complacent minds.