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Tag : Poetry

05 Mar 2018

Unslept

The dreams In me The story In you Neither are Spoken Neither are Forgotten For The room Remembers What no night Neglects Left in the light Unslept     Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her artistic journey has taken many twists and turns but photography and writing have become the primary outlets for her artistic expression. She is an artist at Offset.com.   Her work/photography has been published by Lensbaby, Beyond the […]

07 Feb 2018

To the Sun, to the Sky, to the Moon

This very morning… To the sun I did sing Won’t your please give me a name For I have lost mine along the way And now my smiles have all slipped away Without them nothing feels right Won’t you lend me your light Just enough to curl my lips tonight This very afternoon… To the clouds I did plead Won’t you stay close to me For in here there’s no shade, no tree And I’m burning without cover With fevers […]

24 Jan 2018

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Grown outside the mind Love will do just fine My heart will skid and forgive My eyes open under their lids For I’m not sinking or sleeping But I am laughing and weeping In blue-yellow shades of time Love will do just fine

21 Nov 2017

What if I stopped?

  What if I stopped? I think about it. Sometimes. What I am… What I see… Might not matter. I’ll lose A game I’m not playing. But I’m pushed By me. By what I am. By what I see. It matters to me… All that is free Is winning.  

12 Sep 2017

Out of Range

“Out of Range” Sometimes they whisper… sometimes they scream, on the border of my dreams. But I was misunderstood, heart-soft, and obscured by my naive rain. A trade off for pleasure in pain… for what I didn’t see, didn’t know. If I listen will they help me grow… out of this nonsense-sense mind of mine again. To feel alone in time knows no end, So I listen… Listen to them, those are the lines. They bend again… and again. The branches align… […]

20 Aug 2017

The Confines of Escape

The Confines of Escape Wandering a monochrome dream, she feeds coins to a vintage machine. Trying to follow her one line in and one line out… To silence the sound of no sound above the ground. Breathing heavily… She barely breathes… Her slingback shoes have broken down, her Cartwheel hat flew miles to another town. Barefoot and ahead of the rain she jumps in her Alfa Romeo, like a sparrow with a broken wing tries to fly… within the shadows […]

26 May 2017

That Look is Reserved for Me

That Look is Reserved for Me That look is reserved for me… The One in a field of faceless faces, moving in a million broken pieces. My breath sways in a cascade of fits, every time… that look hooks my darkness. That look is reserved for me… I know….nobody but me… I know….what it does to me… That look is reserved for me… The one that strikes a stillness in my pulse, unmoving me in a state of paralytic bliss. […]

18 May 2017

Waiting Moon

I wrote a little thing yesterday in a waiting room.  The photos came by night, unable to sleep….around 1am by using only streetlight coming in my bedroom windows. Waiting Moon You…you…find me like this, and I’m sorry You…you…love me like this, like I’m worthy And for all I know, I can’t comprehend it And you’ll never make me understand it Chasing me down that silent street My streetlight shadows outrun my feet, and I’ll trip again on that unsteady tightrope For […]

10 May 2017

The Tear

The Tear I got to hold her in my arms again, after so many years No longer of flesh and bone, she’s free to find me In my dreams…for a few too short moments she’s there It’s an unbearable heartache when she disappears I can’t let go, so I hold on and hold together the tear My mind finds a way to give me what I miss, what I need So that deep sorrow upon awaking will soon let up And […]

02 May 2017

Motoring Adrift

Audio I wonder what you will see, if you close your eyes, and listen to the words by clicking above.   Motoring Adrift After holding back her head and losing all her heart, those echoing beats still blink and swerve. In a hangover of fallen leaves where the grass is no longer green, what will sustain her? Hens with jagged elbows poke, over and over, her soft earthen autumn feathers. Shooed away with a steady stomp and stormy exhale, this […]