Throwback Thursday 3.10.16

Here is a poem I wrote in the Spring of 2009.

Here is also an excellent example of why I don’t claim to be a poet.

Look… I was in an unhappy place okay? Just remember that before you explode with laughter.

Who’s idea was it to post old writings for Throwback Thursdays? Oh, mine.

A hold

built upon foundations of endurance.

Stone walls of strength

protecting the determination inside.

But, wishes leak through.

A fortress of “what is”

can weaken by a crack of “what could be”.

How easily the fortress falls

when fractured by desperation.

 

Throwback Thursday 2.18.16

Here’s a poem I wrote in 2009 that’s a little emo

Enjoy! (or gag, whichever)

 

The voice on the wind

sings of anguish.

 

Whispering memories.

Echoing heartbreak.

 

 

Speak to me of beauty.

Speak to me of charity.

Speak to me of hope.

 

Things lost upon humanity.

 

An ever growing weed of hate coils

to strangle compassion.

 

Bringing the fall of grace

and the death of mercy.

 

Deliver acceptance.

 

 

Carry with you the hour of awareness

so we may survive the weakness of our pride.

 

Sing to us the song of unity.

 

Only then

can we sing the lullabyย of peace.