Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
It was here that we learned to love;not the kind of love that brings a blush to the cheeks,no, not the kind of love which is all too often confused with the lust that leads to hasty marriage that leads to depression that leads to divorce,but the kind of love that is formed of the … Continue reading Here, Where the Hollyhock Once Grew Tall
For today's reading, I decided to go WAY outside of my comfort bubble and try singing this piece, as it was originally intended. I am in no way a vocalist, and this was pretty intimidating for me, but also a lot of fun. I had enjoyed singing a few sings at karaoke last year (2019), … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Falling Closer Together / We Will Not Fall Apart”
Lately I Feel often like crying I cannot stop sighing Say I'm fine But I'm lying… And some days I Want to stop trying, I dream often of dying… Oh, it hangs in my mind Almost all of the time. And now we find We must remain inside Far from the others: Our sisters and … Continue reading Falling Closer Together/We Will Not Fall Apart
My mother making dinner for her children, Alone. We were together Once more. My father and horses. The gates had all fallen down, And I ran to see. Walking up the hill, He looked at me and said: "Is that my son? No, it couldn't be…" Without hesitation, He kept walking.
Sisters, They Sing so sweetly If only In a pitch Not meant For listening to.
"Me too" What a ruse These girls are just confused Smoke bombs with a short fuse And we are not amused Always one step ahead with a new excuse The way she was dressed she was asking to be abused Either that or she was just loose Either way it's nothing to lend credence to … Continue reading Me Too
Why Must time move so quickly As the days we once knew so well Become but memories Which in turn are made to be A sediment of sentiment Into which the roots of our blooming days are set Forgotten now for what they were Rather consumed and made new Though all the while, traces linger. … Continue reading Though All the While, Traces Linger
