Longing

she had no life giving water..

Dead Roses Dead Roses

(Photo ©Copyright of Mark Thomas )

If I could turn dreams into reality,
I might just do so.

Each and every morning
I...

Raising my arms to the sky,
Looking for your Soul,
That flies above white cotton clouds,...

Sometimes I look in the mirror
and I'm shocked at what I see.
I wonder who that Lady is...

Passing seconds, hours, days all inclined

Rotating closer still, but far too far

The...

As I lay here,
Concentrating on the sound of your snores.
Listening to the background music...

Your willing footsteps sought my cemetery
it lay in ruins and smoke
scars buried in unmarked...

I was pretending to be a poet
to find you
from the wilderness of desolation
a zephyr...

When I see your face

It takes me to a different place

Calmness takes a hold of me...

I drifted into you
with only splinters
of fractured memories
clutched in my fist...

Bored as the sun goes down

you I lost you

I I remember above me The shade of your curly...

I dream
broken nightmares in hues
of bloody red
my dreams betray my fear
you...

stain my wrist
cut deep
a willing knife
watch the red
following history...

I wanna wrap beautiful words around your heart and kiss your soul with an exclamation point...

-SO

Poor Poor Poor Poor Pitiful Me

I tried the lot; there wasn’t one for me.

They loved me,...

The unseen essential I've sought for many years
A feeling unnatural that overcomes all fears...