Thursday, May 22, 2014

Hanging on...

Sometimes I can’t breathe
Sometimes my heart feels tight.
It feels tangled in the green vines
Hanging from the trees of the arroyo.
They told me not to swing in the vines.
One can break. No one knows which one's the good one.
But I jumped
Still hanging on...

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Sulk in Solitude Left for You by Me or Grumbled Darkness (undecided)

Grumbled solitude
indulge in darkness
run into dreams that burn.

Permission granted
to be released
into a crowd of fools.

Hide in the masses
your anguished notions
for me to never find.

Darkness grumbled,
"Indulge in dreams
run from solitude it burns."