Tag Archives: Poetry

One More Time

21 Jan

When I no longer answer your calls,

It’s not a sign that I no longer love you

As I watch the phone ring on and on and on,

The agony inside me tears a hole through my chest.

 

When I ignore your texts in a fleeting moment’s decision,

I dwell on the sound of your voice in my head, calling my name

I long for your hands that used to hold me so close,

And I sink into your warmth.

 

If I could talk to you once more

Without breaking down and falling to my knees,

So many things left unsaid,

Forever stuck in my throat.

 

I’ve learned that sometimes

The pain is so strong,

It’s easier to live with the ache

Than face you one more time.

 

perfectlonelyworld

Dusk

12 Jul

Everything is silent below a dark clear sky

And the wind slowly passes like a tickle of a feather,

The dusk is ignored as the world passes by –

It is the forgotten friend that offers its shoulder

While we weep in its embrace,

So often overlooked and taken for granted

That no one sees the beauty of its cloak.

 

perfectlonelyworld

Nostalgia

6 Apr

It’s a funny thing ain’t it,

To long for something that’s no longer there,

No way to return nor get it back,

Yet that longing still remains.

Like a veil over our eyes

That is ignored but never overlooked,

It stays like a throbbing pain,

Blurring our focus,

Our vision,

Our path.

Longing for what we can never have,

For it is the past that we cannot touch,

Once passed, never to return,

Yet that longing surrounds us.

We reach but can no longer feel

As our hands pass through time,

While our present goes by before our eyes,

But it is not seen, only to be saw.

Out of grasp but we do not notice,

Hoping for a miracle to save us,

Revive us,

Resurrect us.

While we are alive but not living,

Memories are the safe haven

And the doom to our existence,

Yet that longing is in our core.

It takes over and we cease to exist,

Becoming who we wish not to be,

We cannot stop as it invades

Our being and our soul,

For it is the devil disguised as the good,

And without looking back we fall,

We tumble,

We collapse.

We think it will save us,

Times that were simple

We long to go back,

And the tea is bittersweet.

We are hooked to the drug,

Never stop reaching – it is all we know,

It overpowers and destroys what we once were,

That longing is who we are.

 

perfectlonelyworld

The First Snowfall

1 Mar

Soft flakes drifting lightly

Towards the white covered ground,

Forming a beautiful blanket

That is gentle and tender.

 

The wind murmurs in the air,

Ever so lightly, barely there,

Turning little noses the color of blood,

As snow continues to fall.

 

Bells jingle and wind chimes ring,

The smell of cinnamon at every turn,

Children sit with mugs of hot chocolate

To watch the first snowfall of the year.

 

perfectlonelyworld

Growing Up

17 Feb

As a little girl,

I had big dreams

Some were huge oceans,

Others were little streams.

 

In my innocent mind,

Nothing was impossible

Life was a blank slate,

Yours to make visible.

 

That was when everything was perfect,

Only now do I wonder

Where was the rain before

Where was the thunder?

 

As I grow older,

And reality grows heavier

The illusion I had is gone,

While the storm grows steadier.

 

Is this what growing up means?

Letting go of the rainbow

Putting yourself down,

And forever saying no.

 

perfectlonelyworld

What Do You Do?

16 Feb

What do you tell yourself each morning,

When you don’t have the courage to get out of bed,

When you’ve lost all will to live.

 

What do you say to those who love you,

When they don’t see the façade,

When you’ve lied to their face.

 

What do you see as you look in the mirror,

When you apply two pounds of make-up,

When you see the beast underneath.

 

What do you do holding the knife in your hand,

When you try so hard to go through,

When you’ve given up on the world.

 

perfectlonelyworld

The House That Built Me

15 Feb

The one with the red bricks,

Window at the front

The one with the giant tree,

That’s the house that built me.

 

The house with the rock,

Mighty and round

Sitting at the corner,

On the lawn of the house that built me.

 

The one with the squeaky gate,

And a driveway the colour of night

The one with the crooked pathway

It’s the house that built me.

 

The house with the most Life,

Love, laughter and joy,

It might be lacking in wealth,

But it’s the house that built me.

 

I will never forget,

The times I spent there

For it will always be

The house that built me.

 

perfectlonelyworld

Are You Okay?

8 Feb

All you see

Is hurt inside,

Yet you still ask

If she’s okay.

 

You know the pain

Burns like fire,

But you don’t know

What to say.

 

So you ask

Time and time again,

Knowing the answer,

Waiting for a yes.

 

Perhaps it’s not

Really the case,

But when you asked,

You didn’t really care.

 

She was weak

Inside where it mattered,

She needed help,

Couldn’t you tell?

 

Perhaps some time,

I’ll be strong inside,

But for now I’ll say

I’m okay.

 

perfectlonelyworld

Hospital

6 Feb

To think that these bleached white walls

Are the last thing they saw,

Before they drifted off.

 

Yet this place of great sorrow

Where many spend their last moments,

Is also a dome of eternal grace.

 

Where newborns enter the world

Wrapped in soft warm blankets,

Lovingly passed from arm to arm.

 

One last shaky breath is taken,

A tear rolls down weary eyes,

And I drift away.

 

perfectlonelyworld

School of Doom

28 Jan

Pencils in hand,

We sit at our desks

Crouched over papers

Painstaking work.

 

Boredom hangs in the air

As a frustrated teacher tries to teach

Groans erupt when she walks down the rows,

Handing out the test to our doom.

 

Here we must ponder

Is our life dependent on this?

Does memorizing Science definitions help us succeed,

And lead us to the meaning of our existence?

 

Perhaps we need to reconsider

Rather than teach formulas for math,

Instead teach us how to get along

And make the world a livable place.

 

perfectlonelyworld