What do I do now? Where will I go? Must the sun set on all that I believe I know? Then again, What do I know? I must know some things . . . At least, I used to think so.
Poetry
Rain falls on Ryan(air)
Split splatPitter patter –So, the rain taps at my window,then batters.First in angst, then with calm,Heavily and hazily, in the balmyFebruary I watch and wait, drinking in the dayAs Ryanair fritters my time away …I am not much of a waiter – what can I say?Standards must be met; checks must be made. Tick tick, … Continue reading Rain falls on Ryan(air)
Fold
I suppose it's easier to hate you. Forgiveness is for fools, right? I look around. I hope and pray, then turn and mull things over; my hoping turns to brewing until even my prayers seem bitter. I want to say I am sorry, even though you no longer care. So you go about your day, … Continue reading Fold
Mo chuisle
Drifting in and out of sleep, Not a sound can be heard but the rushing beating heart within me. Someone in mind and memory breathes such life into me! My love renews me; how deeply he moves me, makes me more than what I am, Shows me all that I can be. . . He … Continue reading Mo chuisle
A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
We bury our dead as we sing of tomorrow, and mourn for our fallen whilst we dream of a hero. The lights of our city won't warm us tonight, and kindness is scarce among those who fear for their lives. The brave and bold now peaceful and cold can't hear the cries of their children … Continue reading A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
Sincerely, Sore Loser with a migraine
Alright, you win if you must,If winning be vengeance.If victory be brute belligerence,By all means, claim your crown.If honour be petulance and petty spite.You take such delight in putting others down. Fine, you win if you feel that it is just,If bending rules to your bidding is fair.I am not opposed to friendly competition,But you … Continue reading Sincerely, Sore Loser with a migraine
Lost for words
It is a struggleTo find the right words,Yet when they emergeI am seldom prepared. With nowhere to store them,My mind lets each one slip through the net.Its weave seems to wear,and is getting largerAs I get older,And more and more thoughtsAnd ideas,Swim off,And care not for being caught. One time, when again,I was not ready … Continue reading Lost for words
Heatwave
She pinched the brown pine needles between her fingers and turned them upside down, tracing circles in the tablecloth like a compass. On an invisible map, she charted her course, and longed to be in some new world. Far away from blaring speakers, beer bottles and wild unruly children. Yet, some small contentment came from … Continue reading Heatwave
Put on a happy face
My family and friends have never seen me smile naturally. I do not do it to be deceitful; I just feel pressured to keep up appearances. It is what most people expect from you. It reassures them you are not about to lash out or to suddenly take a bite out of their arm. If … Continue reading Put on a happy face
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