Deep breath in; now, blow, blow, blow Reluctance sits uncomfortably in the middle of my chest my heart beat skips and races like a petulant child and each day moves me one day further from the source of my discomfort, lack of intuition, sense of betrayal and loss I ponder less and less what was …
Tag: time
Don’t Let The Sun Catch You Crying
How far down the rabbit hole dare I go When moment to moment emotions go from Not giving a fuck to loathing Disbelief, numb to heart broken I know what true grief is and this isn't that Death isn't a choice unintentional heartbreak Walking out is a decision intentions are clear This is somewhere between …
Sleepless Blues
Midnight, 1:47AM EST 3:00AM EST tick tock Tick tock 3:57AM EST Tick tock, tick tock Hands of the clock Slo-mo no rhythm No rhyme Counting sheep A pathway to sleep 5:05AM EST Skipping stones Jump the track Don't look back Don't look back Slo-mo no rhythm No rhyme A reluctant move forward Keep it simple …
An Irishman
A fog drifts from The Cliffs of Moher Blanketing the land with a mist - a mysterious allure So green and lush velvet-esk; - imaginary touch A sight that can only be seen from high above And when the spoken word of storytellers, poets and such, - mesmerizing imaginations Wizardry; the enchantment of leprechauns Myth …
Almost There
I am a time traveler and I can drift off with the best of them - or the worst; it just depends, I suppose I suppose when the wind blows across an ocean so vast only the illusion of it fits with a sense of integrity in the palms of my hands; and suppose I …
Scratch Proof Mentality
I walk with the wind in my face You always laughed at my sense of wonder and all I can tell you; as I have done before Time slips into dreams - from another set of circumstance... I drift off into a slo-buzz wrapped up in all its annoyances Anyone that has the energy or …
Cup Of Coffee Drift
Early morning reluctant drift; sleep eludes me once more and sometimes the desire for a hot frothy cup of coffee shakes my dreams loose and there is nothing more awakening than that first step onto a cold floor; a life acknowledged nod, while fairy lights twinkle on the porch with a tender glow; visual comfort...welcome …
Spitting Into The Wind
You skipped through this life; (Left a bit early for my taste or mental health wellness care in the aftermath has been lacking) Like a kid playing hopscotch Colored chalk; dust of Angels Or double dutch jumping rope; sincopada And as usual I'm distracted Flipping a coin, making a wish Heads tails, winners and losers …