Tag: Poets

Midnight Words

You know you’re a writer when you can’t sleep Until you jot down every last thought onto paper Advertisements

Light

Tonight I am in that dark place again But this time I have no doubt I will make it through And the light once more Will return in the morning

Mean To Me

It took losing you to know how much you mean to me And now it’s too late

Sad Eyes

Pour me a glass of brandy And tell me the story behind your sad eyes

Rainy Sundays

Rainy Sundays are made for Norah Jones, coffee and laying in bed next to you

Price To Live

There was a time when I thought I could touch the moon and fly away on a shooting star And there was a time when I held pink pills in my palm listening to death’s sweet whispers Now I trade my “genius” for stability…

A Poet’s Calling

What purpose is there for me in life if I can not write?

25

People talk about marriage, children and growing old They ask for my opinion And act surprised When I say I don’t think that far ahead How am I supposed to explain I didn’t think I’d still be alive at 25? Those highs and lows…

A Colorado Cabin

I know one day We will be wine drunk In a Colorado cabin Laughing about how we broke each other’s hearts One summer long ago

Her Poetry

Pretty face Sad eyes Dark mind Don’t fall in love with a woman like her She will leave you And you’ll only hear from her By reading her poetry