There is a space inside my mind
A void of emptiness you may find
I throw in thoughts and useless things
And wonder what forever brings
This place I use to disappear
When there are other people near
Asking questions, pretend concern
Unto my empty thoughts I turn
I build a wall up, make it strong
Get inside, it won't last long
I live alone inside my mind -
You may look, but you won't find
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Firelight
Desperation runs along my veins
Hot like ice to the skin
when the salt is only almost
there, where it hurts without the pain of pleasure
Aching in my bones for those desires
run rampant in my soul
And only I can know those
unbridled yet unkindled passions
that are so very cold and yet....
my soul's on fire
Hot like ice to the skin
when the salt is only almost
there, where it hurts without the pain of pleasure
Aching in my bones for those desires
run rampant in my soul
And only I can know those
unbridled yet unkindled passions
that are so very cold and yet....
my soul's on fire
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Lonely Tears
My tears of salty water grey
Upon your crimson cheeks I lay;
They roll so gently from my eyes
But don't deny your many lies
Sleep, my child, and don't awake
Down in the valley, under the lake;
I loved you so, you'll never know
But now our love will never grow
I thought that I would see you bloom
But now I see you in your tomb;
Blind they stole your life away
A crime that time cannot repay
The life they took so carelessly
Is now a life that cannot be;
They never knew you, little child,
The girl you were, so meek and mild.
Upon your crimson cheeks I lay;
They roll so gently from my eyes
But don't deny your many lies
Sleep, my child, and don't awake
Down in the valley, under the lake;
I loved you so, you'll never know
But now our love will never grow
I thought that I would see you bloom
But now I see you in your tomb;
Blind they stole your life away
A crime that time cannot repay
The life they took so carelessly
Is now a life that cannot be;
They never knew you, little child,
The girl you were, so meek and mild.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Within the Aether
There is always a port in a storm,
Though it's sometimes hard to find.
Unto this port I often turn
When life is on my mind.
This is my harbor in the night
When my anchor's cast to sea.
This is my lifeline as my thoughts
Ever return to me.
To this remote haven I often return
When you're in the arms of another.
Doubtless there are far more convenient ports than mine...
Yet I know of no other.
Though it's sometimes hard to find.
Unto this port I often turn
When life is on my mind.
This is my harbor in the night
When my anchor's cast to sea.
This is my lifeline as my thoughts
Ever return to me.
To this remote haven I often return
When you're in the arms of another.
Doubtless there are far more convenient ports than mine...
Yet I know of no other.
Monday, May 18, 2009
The Living Lies
These are the silent lies
The ones we live each day
Showing only in our eyes
In that oh so subtle way
People come and then they go -
They make no sound
Like an old-time picture show
The movie reel goes round
Hard to breathe or eat or sleep
Pretending not to care
We sow only what we reap
And nothing isn't fair
In these walls I am alone
In pain and in disguise
My heart hardened to a stone
Deep within these silent lies
The ones we live each day
Showing only in our eyes
In that oh so subtle way
People come and then they go -
They make no sound
Like an old-time picture show
The movie reel goes round
Hard to breathe or eat or sleep
Pretending not to care
We sow only what we reap
And nothing isn't fair
In these walls I am alone
In pain and in disguise
My heart hardened to a stone
Deep within these silent lies
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