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It takes two
It takes two to tango
only one to break a heart live a lie
unawares trapped in a one way street
circling circling back to the same spot
maze of conflicting emotions
love hate anger despair
pale shadow of my former self
refusing to look into mirrors
risking a glimpse of the truth
opening pandora’s box
no way back
it takes two to tango
but i was always dancing solo
to your tune
now back on the dance floor
no strings attached
Unspoken
The words left
unsaid the space
between silence
The hand that would
touch dare not love
unacknowledged
feelings unexpressed
simmer opinions
dismissed rejected
before leaving the
lips noiseless tears
speak volumes as
does your back
staring resolutely
into cyberspace
what is behind the
screen more important
fascinating than the here
and now me avoid admitting
confronting the writing
on the wall screaming
the corpse is your marriage
rotting mummified soon the
neighbours will complain notify
authorities can’t keep it under
wraps anymore the truth will
out then the final curtain
falls the cast go our different
ways to rehearse a new script
the second half of my life post
wedded bliss the male lead fell
crashing from his pedestal the
female in a heap cradling shattered
shards fragments of her heart
wallowing yes indeed wallowing
in self pity anger woe is me why
me why now why all this shit in
such a short space of time to
little old me excuse me script
writer, director, producer i
demand a different ending a
less tragic one the shit does
hit the fan but they work
through it and still hold
hands on that wooden park
bench at 64
Sometimes life is sad it doesn’t
work out the way you hoped
WordPress community
When I first started blogging here all I wanted was to write and be read. I didn’t expect to find a community of like minded writers/poets, to make friends and hold a continuing conversation about love, depression and loss. I didn’t expect to receive support and love and to ‘adopt’ some kids and be Mama G.
Above all I’m surprised that there are so many young bloggers and saddened that many have such struggles. Surely childhood and youth are the times you should be most carefree and happy before the burdens and responsibilities of adulthood weigh heavy on your shoulders.
Although the world is over-populated and we are surrounded by people a sense of overwhelming loneliness seems to pervade many posts. I wonder why we feel so isolated, why it doesn’t seem that anybody cares or sees or hears us, even though we are clearly here, larger than life. Why are most people so focused on their own narrow lives that they fail to notice anybody else and those in pain and need? Maybe they do but they rather not or they simply can’t give a damn.
In any event it is great we can write and express our highs and lows, our hopes and disillusionment and for others in the community to hear us and sometimes respond with a supportive comment. In this day and age of advanced technology, true human communication is limited and dwindling and I believe this impedes a feeling of being connected to others and the world.
Need
u dnt need 2 feel my pain
not even pretend
2 understand
i need u
2
stay
validate
say
u r
worth
being
HEARD