Category: Psycho-Therapy & Other Writings

Empty

A hungry stomach that food won’t fill Smiles with-out teeth and always going uphill Does the sun come out with the shades always closed Glass is very empty there’s never a half full Blank walls a staring, no stories to be told Come closer…

Roses In The Light

December 1st Warm and muggy rain Night-light on the house Shines on fading blooms Of pinkish hues Death comes soon And the bloom is no more

Check In 2

I probably need to do more of these since I go on “stealth mode” so frequently. I would like to say that I’ve been at a loss for words but that’s not entirely true. Putting them into complete thoughts to convey a point is…

Trees

Some days all you have is a view of the trees at sunset or sunrise. The rest of the day is filled with sickness and broken sleep maybe some food in between. But everyday the trees breathe. As do we. The lucky ones I…

Parking Tickets

I can’t wait for you, Not right now at least. I’m double-parked and too broke to pay the parking ticket. It’s not a boot but a lead weight they’ll tie to my car. Use another road or find a city street but don’t leave…

We Don’t Owe

No more calls No more late nights It’s just a fog in my head My eyes swollen and burning My chest is long and empty No hunger, no yearning No one owed us anything in this life Not even a goodbye

Come And Go

You’ve only just gotten here don’t leave so soon. Rushing in Always Leaving me too soon. I thought the universe heard me. When you messaged me My wanting and wishing had came through. Nope not this time just like the times before. You are…

Keep Coming Back

Why is it Once so many days have passed, The sun comes up And I’m here At last. All the work was done To outgrow the thoughts of you, Yet once again at last My heart belongs to you.

Winter Dichotomy

How beautiful a snowy landscape is In the eyes of the happy hearted. But to others, it only personifies the cold, loneliness and desolation of a landscape. What do you see as you look at the picture? Beauty? Bitter cold?

End of Yol

I haven’t posted in a long while. Between the holidays, family, work and nagging exhaustion I just let the days pass. Life happens. And when I am left to setting my own schedule… Sleep always takes priority-probably because I don’t get any 😉 But…

In Between

Stuck in between the afterlife and the living. Such a place to be.

For The Trees

For the trees They breath When I’m drowning and have nothing to say The trees will breathe For me I have so much to say Those who have the strongest roots For me Will say it all And will speak For the trees.

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