Posted in original, writing

Lost Touch

I lost my touch, haven’t I?

Words on a high

They all seem to fly

Away from me

Away from me

I’m drowning slowly, this I know

I’m not sure how far I can go

I’m not sure if words can still take me there, so

This could or might or should be the last

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Touch

I used to write about poetry

About love, why I’m happy

Now, it seems I’m always in agony

Sharing about misery 
Maybe I lost my touch

As I drifted away and such

Maybe I never really had much

Posted in love, original

By Accident

By accident, I came upon knowing
A love that is worth having

By accident he touched my hand
I felt a spark which was somewhat grand

By accident I came to know a man I didn’t quite notice before
How could I when I wasn’t looking anymore?

By accident he captured my heart
I’m not yet in love, but it seems this is the start

With all the accidents, one thing I know is sure
Falling in love with him is the only cure

Posted in miscellaneous, original

A Movie

I wept hard and felt the words

But it was just a movie

 

I was moved and felt it all

But it was just a movie

 

I told myself not to cry

But I wept hard

As if I were the character there

Though it was just a movie

 

The words spoken seeped through my heart

They were real and true

Even though it was a just a movie

 

I guess after all

It may not have been just a movie

Posted in favorites

Touched By An Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

-Maya Angelou-

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As It Would Seem

see me without looking,

hear me without listening,

love me without feeling,

speak without talking….

then let me know what you find

for I have often wondered

what it must be like to be hollow.

 

touch me without sensing,

hold me without feeling,

lie to me as if it’s the truth,

then let me know what it’s like

for I have often wondered

what it must be like to be hollow.