Category: Poetry
Standing Still
Standing Still by JusTee Round and round Around to go Looking for straight Or what to show The wave is high As showers weep Lost in the dust Logic sleeps When moves could be made The world stood still All in the hopes Alone the heart would heal. Beyond the circle And what was done …
Unraveling
A moment after momentsUnraveling to start againAnother beginningBefore knowing the end A final tugTo fall apartNeatly balled upTo protect the heart And now the matterTo start it allDown the laneAnd up the wall. And when said and doneI’ll purr once moreHopefully a little betterThan those days before
Joy
I sit on the roof The bustle is below Searching for answers Within what I know I remember the butterflies And birds in the trees I see the world And the world sees me A re-acquaintance Life and me enjoy- But finding purpose Is like a gnat to annoy. So then I listen Beyond the …
Power
I am merely a whisper Within the scream A hopeful wonder... Or pleasant dream. I am the thought Within the action... Hearing the voice When losing traction. I am the love Inside the hate. . . Or the narrator Within your fate. I am the control In letting go... Building assumptions Inside the know. I …
New Year 2019
Christmas is over And the year almost too What will the New Year Bring different for you? What will you keep doing What will you change? Is there something to keep Or more to exchange? Will you find hope Or keep it high Will you forgive the past And give the future a try? With …
What Should Have Been
The day the world dropped me off Moments it seemed From a blissful weekend Before meeting reality for the millionth time... And “go to hell” I thought Before knowing I was there Or where I belonged In between What should have been.
The Mourn
Twirling like a ballerinaLeaves fall at season's endWith happiness too. Snow silences the noiseWhite graces the dirtAnd the sacrifice. Animals fight to liveHouses beg for heatWhile singers praise a silent night. Now only the shadowsAnd life's peaceful sleepGrace the eyes of the mourn. One hundred twenty days to countAs darkness has the timeBefore Spring brings …
