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In a Moment

Worrying just makes you suffer twice.
Movie advice.
Revolutionary idea.
Easy to grasp, hard to follow.
I need an electrician.
Wires crossed.
Suffering in silence.
Silence an enemy.
Chaos a friend.
Too much time.
Thinking.

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Tuesday

Today, I was stupid,
I was a human,
I made a human mistake,
A simple miscommunication,
A word slipped past my ear,
too much going on,
it missed it’s exit,
So, I end up stumbling,
blind to the quick sand at my feet,
until its up to my neck,
I had a moment to decide,
to sink or swim,

My heart feels like its going to explode,
hours after the sand has seceded,
I feel as though I am sinking,
but
I swam,
I swam,
I swam.

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Here But Not There

There is something
in the way you linger
through every room
in my heart
but the key
is how you are missing
with reaching fingers
and empty air.

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Nightmare

You disappear,
You run away,
But you say your okay.
 
To us,
Your mother, father, friends,
We have lost
you.
 
We try and convince each other,
That there was nothing we could do,
While putting on a brave face,
While not believing any of the words.
 
Surely there was something we could do.
Listen more. Ask more questions.
Anything at all,
Even predicting the future.
 
You lost yourself,
But it was our job,
to get you back to the real you.
To avoid this nightmare.
 
But this nightmare we must face.
We can’t change the past, all we can do is hope,
That when you find yourself,
You will come back to us. 

~HonestLynne

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I Crave The Me That You See

Me.
I crave the me that you see.
I have lost sight of my own eyes.
Disbelief has made my reflection compromised.
As if my head has been disconnected.
My heart, my brain, infected.

 

I feel like an absentee.
I crave the me that you see.
So much potential you say
Do I believe you or fade away?
How much of me am thee?
Like tasting fruit from a poisonous tree.

 

I try to give the third degree
I crave the me that you see
Me is turning into you.
A lost soul with no point of view,
A vision of what you craved
This is the path that you paved.

 

But I will be an escapee
A mirror I will come across
My poetry is like my sign of the cross.
A reflection that my mind can recognize
I will not need the sight of my eyes.
To crave the me that I read.

 

~HonestLynne

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