Feelings

13 December, 2013

As I Know She Stood Before The Alter

Feel the time, heavy,
Weighing on my heart, like lead,
A fixture, not removable, screwed, bolted, welded.
It’s happening, feeling it, right now, or has...

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The Knife Strong It Cuts The Love

The…

the garden, well kept, within
bordered, walled, pikes of trust
chance encounter, the bag spilt
seeds, feelings, sprouting

...

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It Hurts

The door closes.
I know it is you
Just know it
It hurts...

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Just Sitting Here

Just sitting here
I’m just sitting here
I’m just waiting here
for you my love...

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Just Don't Know How

The rush of joy
in the stomach, in the arms
unexpected, being rolled over, taken by surprise
yes, pure joy, could leap in the air
like a kid with his first bicycle, or Christmas...

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The Fridge

Cold

cold room, tall, no sun
three woman high
five by three, small
yet not large, walkable

...

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How Do You Feel

“How do you feel?” She asked
“Okay” I said, smiling

“Is that all?” she retorted
wanting to be told something like

...

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As I Know She Stood Before The Alter

Categories The Arts

Feel the time, heavy,
Weighing on my heart, like lead,
A fixture, not removable, screwed, bolted, welded.
It’s happening, feeling it, right now, or has

Continue reading

The Knife Strong It Cuts The Love

Categories The Arts

The…

the garden, well kept, within
bordered, walled, pikes of trust
chance encounter, the bag spilt
seeds, feelings, sprouting

Continue reading

It Hurts

Categories The Arts

The door closes.
I know it is you
Just know it
It hurts

Continue reading

Just Sitting Here

Submitted by Ian  poetry 20 March, 2013

Categories The Arts

Just sitting here
I’m just sitting here
I’m just waiting here
for you my love

Continue reading

Just Don't Know How

Categories The Arts

The rush of joy
in the stomach, in the arms
unexpected, being rolled over, taken by surprise
yes, pure joy, could leap in the air
like a kid with his first bicycle, or Christmas

Continue reading

The Fridge

Categories The Arts

Cold

cold room, tall, no sun
three woman high
five by three, small
yet not large, walkable

Continue reading

How Do You Feel

Categories The Arts

“How do you feel?” She asked
“Okay” I said, smiling

“Is that all?” she retorted
wanting to be told something like

Continue reading