Two little children
in grown-up bodies
pretending
they know how to love.
Archive for July, 2007
Playing House
July 31, 2007Garrote
July 30, 2007Bonds formed
on vented hostilities
are iron chains
which strangle
both partners until every ounce
of goodness and decency
has been choked
to death.
Cancerous Growth
July 29, 2007Like sores on her body
she picked
at the weak spots in their relationship
until those wounds
could do nothing
but fester and become infected.
I Will Do No Harm
July 28, 2007All our Creator asks is that we love one another. But in order to do that, we have to love ourselves. That’s where the hard part begins. Unless we were fortunate enough to be raised by people who loved themselves and were able to pass that love on to us, we can’t even imagine what it feels like to love ourselves let alone others. It may be easier to start out by trying to live by the philosophy of “I will do no harm to myself or others.” If every day, we work on accomplishing our goals in a manner that is respectful of ourselves and of others, our ability to love will grow on its own accord.
Obscure Visions
July 27, 2007Restless …
always restless …
What is it that speaks to me
from inside
never quite making itself heard?
Faint echoes in the night
rumblings
of a disturbed spirit
pushing me
I know not where
leading me into the unknown.
Abyss
July 25, 2007The haunted look of fear
in her eyes
told a tale
of daily abuse.
Why did she stay?
Her fear of
the lonely world that waited
was stronger
than this fear
she was slowly becoming accustomed to.
Spectre
July 25, 2007He spent his days and nights haunting her -
refusing to let go
of one he no longer loved
but needed
to keep him from feeling alone.
Harsh Reality
July 23, 2007Life …
so full of pain …
too much for my young heart to bear.
Love …
I thought would keep me safe …
has only hurt me more.
Time …
take me back …
to childhood fantasies.
Mind …
help me escape …
from harsh reality.
Oblivion
July 23, 2007Hold me.
Touch me.
Make me feel
like a woman
who is wanted
by the man who loves her.
Nothing is voiced.
Your silence tells it all.
Tunnel Vision
July 22, 2007How easy it would be
to hate you;
to just see the bad
and deny the good
that was also
so much a part of you.