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and who will know the meaning?and who will know the meaning?the room in which I live in has bare white wallswith no pictures hangingandnothing to fallfromandnothing to remind meafter all has been saidwith no one else listeningto what someone else heardsomeone else sayandnothing remains forevernot even the thingsthat have come undoneso suddenlywithout explanationonly expectation to the what wasnota surprise to somebecause someone said something to someone elsewithout really listeningandwho will save the whalewhen everything else is sinkingandwho will know the meaning of lovewithout even thinking of the bare white wallswith no pictures hanging.
Thoughts Running CirclesThoughts Running Circlesthoughts running circles around in my head, I abandoned the words that could have been said, no more photos to stare at and pine, no more memories to sneak up from behind, a thousand miles and two years gone, a highway full of pit falls, twisted and long, a lesson in learning the right from the wrong, and the truth is what is bleeding.tough love and cement didn't patch up the wall and didn't stop one, from taking a fall and all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't put what was broken back together again, and dreams out of dust are burned into ash and there is only one question I am begging to ask, did I fail to stop the truth from bleeding.with 39 summers and a dry river bed and thoughts for a reason running around in my head, with questions un-answered, my words went un-said and the truth is what is bleeding.
Spare changespare changedownsize in transitionpositively smallpositively positivepositively lightn you may asked the questionwhat happened to it all?30 years in transition20 years in a 3 x 2 marriagegone in 1 work daywith a 2 year still life pose4 adjustmentn you may askwhere did it go?n you may askwhat happened?n I will tell youI just don't known I will ask youwhy does it matter?~ ~ ~ ~ ~at 1 point I thought I could put my whole life into tiny card-board boxes, stacked wide and high in a 5 x 10 storage locker, rented for 86 dollars a month, plus tax - as I pondered, thinking long and hard, thinking I wondered, where would I put the tears.~ ~ ~ ~ ~I knew that change was comingsomeone read it in the leavessetting stones in perfect pilesperfectly balancing every oneI knew that change was cominglike summer stealing springI sat there for awhileperfecting the way I think.~ ~ ~ ~ ~titty titty boom boom told me(a folk singer from the east)pulling up stakesand making pla
what if?what if?what if?the river askswith gentle watersflowing 2 the cwhat if?was the questionby the riverwith gentle watersflowing 2 the cwhat if?i have no answer2 give2 the riverwith gentle watersflowing 2 the cn the river answerswith gentle watersflowing 2 the cwhat if?