niiill&Ink
Broken Glass
You Were the One
Rainy nights became the cloudless skies,
Painful screams became silent cries,
When you smiled and laughed at me.
Something spontaneous you would do.
As tears filled big eyes of blue.
The day you and I were not
Inspiration sparked from pain inside.
I could do nothing, but still I tried.
Then realized it could not be done.
I couldn't return the fire to your heart,
If I didn1 take it from the start.
And I always said you’d be the one.
Oliver W. Wilson, Jr.
Under our feet.
It flies up through our bodies,
Sticks in our ribs.
And creates lumps in our throats making it difficult
To breathe,
To talk.
I look at my feet and tremble
As the foundations
Shake.
I'm numb.
IVIy mind says to be a teacher.
A servant to God and myself.
I don't want to...
I'm here and you are here-
Isn't that what matters?
1 Saw You Dead
To my dear friend, on whom I depend
I foresee your bitter end
That motorcycle fast and chrome
races, roars, and brings you home
That motorcycle smashed and bent
a bloodied body, a young life spent
I saw you dead, it's clear and grim
a senseless risk, your chances slim
I fear my vision will come true
to end our friendship, the end of you
W.B.B.
The Incessant Battle
Oh the incessant battle
this battle that will not stop
no matter what actions, reactions
strong spines are made to snap
at the slightest
incessant
loss.
Oh the incessant battle
this battle with its two sides
no matter what pulling, pushing
life hearts are made to break
at the slightest
incessant
tug.
Oh the incessant battle
this battle of hurt in eyes
no matter what words, signs,
love lives are made to crack
at the slightest
incessant
doubt.
Oh the incessant battle
this battle of want, and want
no matter what, who gives,
the end is made to split
at the slightest
incessant
need.
Ingrid Scholz
Jet streams
Weaving dreams-
Miles apart
Yet one in heart
My soul laid bare
On paper; Air
Delivering me
Across the sea
While here I find
Within my mind
You and I
Together fly
On jet streams
Weaving dreams-
Upon Awaking
An emotional high
is one of the worst kind,
The landing is horrendous.
Nikki said, "Those who live on the edqe
must get used to the cuts."
Paper cuts hurt the worst.
My emotional cuts are thin,
shalow stinging things.
All they do is tear
at that thin membrane that
covers my perception of
reality.
It connects my heart
to my head.
By-pass rationale, avoid reality
This was a fantasy I could live with
but like all fantasies
eventually
the dreamer
awakens...
JannaBee
Cindy Moore
"Yes, hon, you did hurt me
You're right..."
But I don't say this.
"...Yes hon, it was inconsiderate.
But was I too evasive?
I look up and smile.
Your head is lowered.
Your blue eyes cloudy.
I wipe the tear from my eye
And reach for you.
Tonya Jordan
four thoughts at 3:30 a.m.
timing
so awful
to be found
at the parting
lovers do not
meet
in the final act
guilt
moving
forward from
the past
she haunts
you
with hidden
agendas
moving
between
us
fear
holding my
breath
afraid
to
let you
out
of
my head,
to react
hope
not
to borrow
tomorrow's thought
but to
believe
i n
second chances