We all yearn for a change in the elements of our future/past. It seems that as humans, we can never quite be satisfied with things in the present. This blog is a written view of the world through my eyes, today. Through time, exposing snapshots of the elements that helped and are shaping my being. My original work is listed under the "Spilled Ink" page. Thank you for visiting.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I am reaching, but you’re too far
Into to looking glass I delve.
I remove my heart and offer it to you.
Desparate for you in my future.
You are right there, but just out of reach.
The desperation for love
shall be my undoing
The yearning for that touch
will be my destruction
Breakfast Blues
I have poured out all me
In this bowl.
I have nothing left to offer
Just a handful of oats
And a slice of dried toast.
-
Together we could be delicious
I add the substance
You add the flavour;
Together. One.
-
But you are content
With eating us both
Separate.
So for now we stay friends
Breakfast Blues
I have poured out all me
In this bowl.
I have nothing left to offer
Just a handful of oats
And a slice of dried toast.
-
Together we could be delicious
I add the substance
You add the flavour;
Together. One.
-
But you are content
With eating us both
Separate.
So for now we stay friends
with you…
If you’re lost
Than im lost too
Id spend a life searching
In the company of youIf you’re confused
Than I’ll be that too
I need no clarity
When my clarity is youIf you’re scared
Than im afraid too
I fear the day
When I might loose youIf you’re alone
Than im alone too
But alone isn’t lonely
When im alone with you
The love she slipped into my coffee
When she wasn’t looking
A blank page
Is the best poetry
I could ever
Hope to produce
Mike Frawley: Between The Tears
A child’s cry reaches out to God
filled with doubt, is anyone thereFeeling the frigid touch of sadness
overwhelmed with lonely despairWalking alone on a windswept morn
can they see my eyes are glisteningTalking to myself or talking to God
does it really matter if no one’s listeningLacking…
we snuggled and slumbered
beneath a big sea of blankets
and got lost in the waves,
waking up to a parade
of raindrops on grey streets.
and then i noticed that your heartbeat fell just the same.
diploid
flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:
i’m only half complete.
i need someone to join me
and combine their half with mine.
as it stands, i cannot exist on my own.
i am incomplete, i am inhuman.
please, share your half with me
so that may become diploid.
please, share with me
so that i may become human.
