Stagnant

a fist full of tears thrown at a mind full of fears

face wet at the prospect of the tears that are really years

I laugh inside my grief while I grieve within my laughter

I miss and I miss... so I act so indiff

I hide while I step away from the crowd

I speak in low tones because my voice is too loud

I am someone's daughter, but I am no one's child

So I will hide because I stand out from the crowd

And act indifferent, because I miss... miss so much

And I'll grieve within my laughter as I laugh within my grief

Wet faced at the prospect of the years that are represented by shed tears

For my mind full of fears is only worth a fist full of tears...


Queen Poetess B © Copyright 2009

STATICLUTTER

I ask myself how
I inquire as to when
I fell into the bottomless pit of lost lovensoundwaves
not knowing when this affair first began
(yes, with one stroke of my pen
asking to be forgiven yet again)
Tears sting my eyelids as the apparition comes into view
Failed attempts to stroke your presence
My outstretched fingers reach out to face the transparency of your essence
and so they fall right through
such confusion found in the illusion that is my reality
static and clutter clears when there is You
I thought I was through
told myself I had met with the challenge, climbed the mountain, and made nature bend to my sway
My façade was merely staticutter
With one word from your lips
you washed it all away

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009