Bleeding
I wrote this poem after my marriage fell apart. I think it's pretty self-explainatory in meaning.
another day
i wrote this poem out of frustration and lonliness. its really hard to try to find someone to do the things you missed out on the first time around. while missing your loved one. 50 years is a long time to be together, and now there is just this big hole in my heart. it really isnt enough cuddling with my dogs. i really need someone who cares and who will make me feel like a desirable woman again.
the girl
me
the epic of sadness
about me
The fortune teller
She sat with fear in her eyes Contemplating the upturned cup She said 'Do not be sad, my son You are destined to fall in love' My son, Who sacrifices himself for his beloved, Is a martyr * For long have I studied fortune-telling But never h
Misery (01/06/2011)
Misery, Misery, Misery. It sure loves company. I will never know if this will ever end Disappointment seems to me my only friend! I’m always feeling down and feeling bummed out I sometimes get the urge to just shout! I‘m already facing the fact
Alone
i'm just sitting in my apt. alone and this is how i feel right now, alone. Waiting for my turn at true love, affection and truth.
who am I?
sometimes one just feels split in half. the good and bad..... I would love some feed back!