Sunday, August 6, 2017

lost love

restless heart
filled with pain
nothing inside me
all has been drained

burning eyes
swollen too
my soul has earned
the meaning of blues

your tiny paws
forever etched in my heart
how to I move on
I have no idea where to start.

your spirited love
guided me through so much
how do I let go
of my furbaby's touch

your love was so kind and true
living without you
feels completely impossible to do.

run in paradise
my darling Pip
i'll never fill this void
you were just too damn hip!

Friday, February 24, 2017

Strangers

We just
became
strangers
who knew
each other
too well.

I'd do
it all
over again
to trade
that heaven
for
this hell.

rdp

Monday, December 5, 2016

Do Not Settle

My Tuesday night muse is to not settle or go back to someone/something because it's comfortable. In anything in life. Especially love. Don't be with someone because it's convenient, easy, and what you're use to. Of course it's comforting now but you'll regret it years down the line swimming in misery and brimming with resentment. Take a chance, make a change. Unless you're just a dreadfully boring person then I can't help you, you're a lost cause.  That's sad take chances, love doesn't come easy.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Battered & Torn

Life is killing me
Slowly
Like a battered & torn
Sail
The wind goes through me
Opposed to pushing me forward.
I no longer have the dream
Of patching what's broken
Only of letting go
For the winds to blow me home.
Wherever that shall be.

Saturday, October 29, 2016

You Ask

You ask
Why you haven't
heard from me today?
I answered:
I was listening
to your
Silence
So I could clearly
Hear
Your words....
You said
I love you
You said
I WILL
call you back...
I'm listening
To your silence....
Hear my words
I love you
Your Silence is
deafening
In my words....

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Storm Brews

Oh the  thunder rumbles on the distant horizon...like a spurned lover she summons her inner strength. ....the air quickend with anticipation of what is to come ...the shrill call of the owl softens as it awaits, only to be magnified by the heady scent of the tea olives early arrival ...sweet...pungent. ..strong...a storm brews...let it descend..

Change

Empty
When I should be
Full

Sad
When I should be
Happy

Lost
When I should be
Found

Scared
When I should be
Secure

Desperate
When I should be
Content

All these things tell me....
I must change
All these things about me....