Captured on a roll,
smoke settles like clouds above our thoughts.
Alcohol eventually taking its toll,
while strings vibrate stronger than the wind.
In distance skies
in other lives
This beauty dies.
The warm nights bring light to these dark thoughts,
I don’t like to be alone because I dislike the company.
It may be broken and sad,
but one day I promise you will know and understand.
3:14 am • 15 May 2012 • 2 notes
Broken fingers and weary souls,
Line the wall of the gritty hole.
Ivory clatters through cigarette smoke,
The poker table tainted with lines of coke.
Songs of sadness more than hope,
An illegal child from a broken home sings till the sun rises.
The lock clicks as the starry sky is shattered,
Memories from last night in tatters.
Thirty years of abuse and tears,
Pain laced with constant fears.
Praying for release to freedom or death
Until the darkness takes her breath…
11:50 pm • 6 May 2012 • 1 note
Books my sisters bought today
3:42 pm • 5 May 2012 • 1 note
I apologize,
Though it becomes meaningless in this cold place.
I wish I could change,
Me,
You,
Us.
Words are useless,
I’ll still try.
When you need to cry you have a friend,
When you need love you have a lover.
All I can change is the future,
I’d take away all the pain if I could.
1:26 am • 5 May 2012 • 1 note