Satisfaction, Shared (a poem)

Satisfaction, Shared

Written June 18th, 2013

Empty.

The pit was filled briefly.

Alas, now emptier

Than before.

How foolish of me;

I curl up in the sheets.

He says nothing,

Although he must sense

My disappointment.

He only has time

To ponder his own contentment.

He has no touches for me

Why would he?

His touches are fulfilled

But I, I am

Empty.

I was filled materially

-briefly-

But drained emotionally.

Premature Rose (a poem)

Premature Rose

Written April 12th, 2012



A twisted malformed highway meanders inside

Coated in shattered glass and broken things

My legs are strong and carry me in stride

In my pretty head a free mind gives me wings

Elegant skin glows with soft sunlight

A picture of fortune and health on the outside

Yet on this paper I finally speak of a fright

I feel when the twists and pains leer on the inside

I grit my teeth, pretend it’s not there

I may as well run from my shadow at dusk

There’s no place I can go beyond its stare

I fear the inner scent of death and musk

Fade Away (a poem)

Fade Away

Written September 24th, 2011

Summer fades away

Carried off by a sweeping breeze

That sparks a tingling on my skin

And stirs a strange sensation within

The world's bright menagerie of colors

Age and descend into shades of umber

The morning air nips and the forest falls silent

As though everything is easing into slumber

I stand here and watch it all

With a weary sigh

Crumble to ash and fall

I can see the time passing by

The Corridors (a poem)

The Corridors

Through the empty meaningless corridors we walk

The pale gray brick holding us in

For some this place is hell

For others a haven

Me, I am not sure

Some days, I am surrounded by smiles,

On others

These cold eternal corridors

Transport empty, dead faces

Whose emotionless eyes gaze at the floor

But whether we are elated or empty

The walls don’t care

They are only there

To hold us in.

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Inspired by a day in school earlier this year when everyone just looked depressed. Maybe it was a monday.