Goals

It seemed

Where as

The hills

Were green

Standing permenant

My goals

Felt shattered

Shifting

Under

A smer storm

Quickly gone with

A fury of blows

Will motivation

Become the key

To my success

As I slowly

Learn to cope

With my

Anxieties?

Sing

To sing until your eyes

Are cloudy

With fogged

Emotions

From a time

You can’t remember

Softly

Everything fell into place

And you kissed my fingers

Gently

With only a tune

To say hello

Older couple

I love watching that

Older couple

Holding hands

So comfortable

They smile and look

Not even many words

Because they’ve grown

Together

How many times have they

Held eachothers hand?

How many times have they shared

A meal?

Wrinkles that speak volumes

And love that is shown

In that squeeze of the

Fingers

It is so simple

But breathtaking

That

Older Couple

Blue stained

Carpet in the

Last open room

To the left of the bathroom

This is where

I lived my early

Childhood nights

Haunted by

Dark spirits of

The ghosts from another time

Going back to

Reclaim some part

Of my younger self

And I never realized

I was already

Complete

The hinges are rusted and my

Heart flutters

When I see

An empty

Suitcase near the door

All my belonging thrown

Away to the wind

As to forget

All the things

That have ever hurt me

But what if

I hurt myself?

Poem every

Wouldn’t it have been

Nice for me

To write a poem

Every day

Each week

All the months

Of the year

Then someone could find

An answer to my life long

Pursuit of the question

Am I funny

Or just insane?

Its Friendship

Looks like a hug

In the winter cold

And warm fuzzy socks

Even in spring

Where we listened to the sparrows

And saw the bees grow old

I laughed more than

I had thought was possible

Warm tugging feelings in

My arms

Fingeres crossed

And chains on our

Brest

To

Remember

How much our time together

Means

To each of us

Thoughts

I had a wistful wish

That turned

To a sour thought

Gaining traction

And gripping

Each tendril of my

Mind

The thought baked

Under the heat

Of summer

And started to

Smell of

Buring metal

The smoke filled my eyes

And singed my

Nostrils

Even my ears were

Overcome

As the thoughts

Turned me

Into

Stone

Far Place

I can imagine a

Far fetching place

Where I wouldn’t

Sneeze when the

Wind whipped through

The dogwood trees

A place where

The weeping willows

Sway lazily over my neck and head

In a far fetching place

I could live in harmony

My words were heard by

Each presence around me

A place where the soft touch of rain

Would gently wake me from a nap

And my first sight would be the

Rose budded bush blossoming

Without cause

In a far fetching place

Yes

It would feel like home