Kimberly Austin
Dug my hand into a pocket of memories
Pulled out a piece of you
Every time I think I've found blindness
I discover shades of blue.
Fingerprints scattered
In places still unseen
Acting the bumbling detective
In my life's bloody crime scene.
A slow and haunting melody
Spilling from the Nano whirl
Snatching paraphases
Songs are better about a girl.
Now my countdown ticks
Until the late night hour
Eyes coaxing tears...
You still hold that power.
Comments
hey, thanks
Way to write my feelings...again.
your work is..
completely breathtaking
sometimes when you feel like
sometimes when you feel like someone writes your life it's because what ever it is that's going on is so at the fore front of your mind that you can't escape it where ever you look. This is one of those times.
Beautiful..
I feel like that often...
xxxoooxxx
Misty
Control or the lack of it
Beautiful...
Crazy how some people can hold our lives, our emotions, or well being in the palm of their hands.
Love itself and the memories or thoughts that take us to the feeling of love can be a very controlling thing. And control is something that none of us truly have. When we figure out we can only control our own thoughts and ourselves and cannot control any person, place or thing life becomes a bit easier.
When we lose someone we love. We need to keep the positive memories with us forever, and time is the only thing that will make these memories less painful. Day after day, week after week, and year after year the pain will become less and joy will arise from it.
On another note...
I enjoy your poems. I have tried to write poems, tried is the magic words here. I can never seam to find the right word or phrase when doing so. My poems couldn’t win a kindergarten contest.
Peace Love & many Smiles...Dawn