Storm Cloud

A distinct disconnect between the lightening and the cloud

Thunder echoes through the dark hills

Static stings in the air

A night so hot and humid

Stars hide behind a gray blanket

Pretending they don’t exist

The only thing that seems real to me

Is the fantasy of love’s kiss

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Fork In The Road

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I haven’t sat down and written like this in awhile… but I’ve been defeated by words.

I don’t know how to truly define how I’ve been feeling or pinpoint what has been making me feel this way.

I’m not feeling lost… more like I’m still wandering my path.

Just when I thought I was reaching my destination, I came to a fork in the road. Not only does this fork throw my compass off track, but it gives me something this long insipid path has been lacking.

It sparks intrigue, curiosity, and a sense of wonderment that I haven’t felt in years. Its magnetic pull is drawing me in.

For the first time in a long time, I feel like I am connected to the path, not just drifting on it.

Now I’m forced to choose… left…. or right…

I’ve never been one to follow every single rule given to me. I’ve never been one to do exactly as told.

I can keep traveling the same path that I’ve accepted or I can veer left and see where the mystery path takes me.

Funny, I seem to have misplaced my map.

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That’s Just Like Her

 

Inspiration is fleeting

Time keeps repeating

Feelings of nothingness fill her soul

Dredging deeper she’s no longer whole

Passions fizzle to oblivion

A flicker of hope illuminates her delirium

Bright as a firework in a velvet sky

Fades as soon as it catches her eye

 Dimming quicker than a roman candle

Lit by a midsummer vandal

A shooting star in the distance but she doesn’t make a wish

Wishes are for fools who believe love exists

Doomed to ill-tempted fate

An out of control infatuation that cannot wait

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Bewitched

 

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A barren vase set on a table

Transparent to the naked eye

To one, what you see is what it is

…simply an empty vase

To another it is a symbol

Something is missing

Fill the vase with flowers

This will change its perception

Fill the vase with the wrong flowers; change interpretation

Unaware of the signs, one moves forward

Reading too deeply, another tries to stay strong

Battling the conscience between right and wrong

Forsaken flowers wither in a lucid vase

Threading dispassion into lace

The universe seems solid to the unwitting mind

 

 

 

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In My Own Words

“Don’t do this, never say that”

Deep down inside I hear this voice

Making me feel like I have no choice

I must be this person who he wants me to be

Watching what I do, what I say, how I’m perceived

Who is this girl that stands before me?

Her face is so familiar, someone I always see

But do I know how she really feels?

Does she know how she really feels?

Deep down inside she hears this voice

Making her feel like she has no choice

“Don’t do this, never say that”

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