Caustic
by Patricia Harris
The words that drip from your tongue
burn deeply into the soul,
Caustic like the acid,
Perhaps I am lost in a fog
of the brain melted by what you had to say...
I stand here broken,
wondering if I have made
many the wrong choice,
Walking through the acid rain...
for someone who will never see
the damage inflicted.
For the one who will always
cause me pain.
Drops of Light
by Serena Mossgraves
I don't need to see
bright examples of
Illumination,
Don't you see that simplicity
will work for me?
Minor drops of light
to illuminate
that which I need to
examine.
Do not flood my sight
when you can easily instead
illuminate gently
what I need to see.
Brainless
by Patricia Harris
somehow I have lost
my brain in my travels,
I feel like a zombie
wandering loose lost.
Every one seems to think
I am brainless
because I don’t follow
the notes of society’s song.
One Candle
by Serena Mossgraves
is it too much
to light a single candle,
to illuminate the world
one small light at a time?
One Candle to fight the darkness,
one Candle to push the dreary away.
I am not trying to rid the world
of all the darkness,
That is too much for me to try,
I just want to push some light
into the world so that I might see.
One Candle is enough for me.
Lost Time
by Patricia Harris
I have spent so much time
giving away parts of me
with no concerns of
what I was tearing from myself...
Thinking that it was
what was expected
from me...
In reality all I was doing
was pouring time
into others,
openly ignoring
the holes I was creating
inside of me.
Lost In The Void
by Patricia Harris
perhaps the world would be better
if we were to get lost in the void,
not really holding ourselves to the plan
that society says we should.
instead I think we could wander
freely in the openness of the possibility,
letting ourselves learn how to exist
in the world just being happy.
White Out
by Serena Mossgraves
so many have associated
the color black with death,
I think it is not true.
Black is the mix of all that is
whereas white is the absence .
Absence of color,
absence of life,
absence of the existence
of what was and what
could be.
What am I supposed to do
by Patricia Harris
my dream was so clear
in the younger days,
I understood that I
was able to do anything.
Age has stolen
clarity and the ideas
that I often clung
deeply to…
leaving me without
any clue what I am
supposed to do.
Darkness Settles in
by Serena Mossgraves
the cloud of hatred passes above
making it hard to see,
the urge to just complain
falls over me.
the darkness is everywhere
settling across the souls,
it is easy to vent and give in to
the urge to call on our own
frustration, don’t I know…
But instead of putting more hatred
into an already full world
I am interested in trading peace
to weave kindness to begin.
Singularity
by Patricia Harris
Perhaps I am not the person
I thought I would be,
So like everyone else.
Perhaps I am but a
singularity,
a lost note
in a song sung
by the divine.
Pattimouse 