If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead

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Friday, October 9, 2009

Damn You

Run like hell fellow and never tell her where you’re goin and why. Damn you, you’d give your dog more attention if he needed to die. Shoot him or something, anything to put him out of his misery. But you don’t have the decency to look her in the eye and simply say goodbye. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Crush

Down that country road, I let you know my heart was yours but asked you not to take it if there was a chance you would break it, gave you time to think on it, took you only a minute to say you were all in it, seems you got caught up in a moment didn't pay any mind to how deep I was in it, now I wish... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Detached

Detached You’ve given me plenty of time to think, too much time to drink alone with my thoughts, dreams fade reality sinks deeper into my gut. Should have known you would do what you do to those who dare love you. So I drink another, toast my missing lover vow I will never again offer that rare gift... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

The First Time, again

Silly little girl in a white dress, making promises she intends to keep, but at what expense? Innocent blessings with strings attached dance on her heart, eyes perfectly matched to the one she'd like to forget. Eighteen years, she closes her eyes, waits in the night for a touch she doesn’t... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Places

I go places most go when they get high, don’t understand, don’t know why, get lost a lot in conversations, find myself in observations, look for rare moments I’m understood, asking often, “Would I, if I could?” Knowing the answer, I shrug and sigh. Guess there’s no reason why I’m alone mostly in... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Used Trampoline

Wonder if that tramp would like my trampoline. It’s used, been through a storm or two, bent all to hell, I don’t have much use for it, just takes up room. Think that tramp would like my trampoline? Not much else of mine she hasn’t wanted as far I have seen. Sign in to see full entry.

Nobody Remembers

Nobody remembers people they see every day, nobody yearns for the ones who stay. So here we are on the brink of forever, tempted by never, taunted by what ifs and whatever. Fleeting moments, passing fancies, I’d rather be the thought that blows your mind on sleepless nights than the body within... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

She’s Going

Did I move too fast in the direction you led me? Read too much in the signs you showed me? Right now you’re driving down that simple highway comforted in knowing where to find my driveway. Radio playing fan blowing Mexico calling miles rolling he’s unaffected she’s falling. Did I misunderstand the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Yellow Socks

In a hurry to walk with friends, I grab for socks that are yellow, I laugh and think, “Oh no, I can’t wear that everyone will laugh.” And for a moment while my friends wait I dig the drawer for the popular choice, around the ankle and white, confident now, I can walk. Up the hill and back down... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Happy Home

May not be the best mom, but I'm the best mom I can be, choose not to be public, seems I cannot compete, didn’t really know someone could lose or win when cleaning stinky feet. Thought I could get up each day with one predominant goal: Do right by my kids; Make it to the end; Provide a loving home.... Sign in to see full entry.

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