Wake me
wake me,
for I must be
stuck in a dream...
wake me,
as I have all
I ever wanted.
wake me,
before I decide
to ne'er leave.
Pad challenge Day 7 Patricia
Category: Patricia Harris
Pad challenge Day 6 Patricia
Bohemian
I've been a thousand places
I don't know where I'm going
It's hard to find a place to call home
Every demon, every ghost from your pastAnd every memory you've held backFollows you home
Oh, home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
I'll go wherever you will go
And it don't look like
I'll ever stop my wandering
I've been down every road
Felt the sun, I've felt the cold
This is a cut poem for the volume Lyrical Recycling,
a cut poetry volume.
Bohemian Songs :
battle born by five finger death punch, nobody drinks alone by Keith Urban, Home by Edward Sharpe and the magnetic zeros, wandering by James Taylor, Home is You by Rozes, wherever you will go by the calling
Pad challenge Day 5 Patricia
when the world closed in on me
I needed you so desperately,
I kept looking at the phone
wondering if you would be
there if I were to call,
if I asked would you be
there for me at all ?
Perhaps that's my mistake
I counted on you ever
to be the one I could count on.
I needed you,
and hope was gone.
Pad challenge Day 4 Patricia
So quickly my whole world shattered
the results are in from the test,
you told us years ago
that you needed to be free,
and now there's a problem...
It is nothing new
doctors always doubt,
health is just a cost
and how much money
you are able to throw about.
Pad challenge Day 3 Patricia
the madness is but a whisper
that speaks to the chaos within,
tis okay though ... for as long as you
keep going forward and and don't give up,
it'll all make sense in the end.
the world will always have chaos
madness and drama to forge
the dreams into what makes
sense in the end
Pad challenge Day 2 Patricia
in the mind's bouquet
mine seems to be
gathered wildflowers
wrapped around
belladonna and foxglove.
Irises and daisies,
violets for sure...
a collection of strange
that suits me so well.
soft, lovely, and deadly,
with beauty to spare.
Pad challenge Day 1 Patricia
Rotate,
nothing to stop it,
against the flow
in and out again.
the entrance
to the jail,
has no locks…
Just a hesitant reminder
that prisoners are supposed
to be stopped.
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