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
Labels:
desperation,
firelight,
Laura Pruett,
poem,
poems,
poetry,
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