By paisley on May 17, 2008
it’s been more than a year now,, since father left us,, mother, and i alone.. things have not been easy,, but we are making our way,, in this strange world,, into which we’ve both been thrown… with father gone, and little in the coffer,, after his illness and burial and such,, our one saving grace,, [...]
Posted in Prose Poetry | Tagged alone, Anger, Bang, Black And White, Blush, breeze, class, cold, D White, dark, Darkness, Daughter, dust, Father, Friend, heart, joy, Lace, Life, loss, love, Mother, Music, night, paisley, Prayer, Sad, Sadness, Sea, sin, Solemn Prayer, spring, Strife, Swift, Tick, world
There are two people who have helped get Your Poems Your Stories (YPYS) off the ground and I want to dedicate this page to them. I am granting them the status of YPYS Pioneers. The most recent to earn this status is Holly Beth Mann: mother, philanthropist, traveler, poet, and renowned author of Honest Riches. [...]
By paisley on May 11, 2008
as i lie awake, at twilight in the tv’s after glow past strung out like photographs light flickering,, just so… silent movies brought to life on my minds silver screen immortalized celluloid memories things that may or may not have been… accuracy no longer matters as it all plays out in black and white our [...]
Posted in Love Poems, Short Love Poems | Tagged Black And White, D White, Flick, Life, love, memories, paisley, Twilight
By paisley on May 8, 2008
they used to keep them here you know the criminally insane locked away in thickly padded rooms thorazine flooded veins.. cold blooded killers, for the most part truly societies bane predators at heart,, feeding sick minds staving off their pain.. the ones that perished within these walls denied admittance to the next plane walk the [...]
Posted in Ghosts | Tagged blood, Champagne, cold, Flood, Full Moon, Haunt, Haunted, heart, horror, Lain, Moon, night, pain, paisley, Rain, Veins
By paisley on May 6, 2008
a jealousy green as winter grass grows succulent, lush, and whole on the long dead, barren rolling hills,, of my aching, envious, soul…. i watch you live,, your chalice full as in emptiness i am bound crackled leaf and bitter root the thistles,, with which i am crowned desires incalescence, like fever burns yet yields, [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, blood, Bound, Desire, Desires, Emptiness, Fear, Grass, Hill, jealousy, Life, paisley, Rain, soul
By paisley on May 5, 2008
in much the same way as steel,, when passed thru the flame, will temper,, passions flames, once quenched,, have hardened my heart.. like the frog, playing comfortably in the pot of cool water,, unaware of the flame below,, oblivious,, as the temperature rises,, i languished in the all consuming tongues of your passion,, as you [...]
Posted in Prose Poetry | Tagged Anguish, cool, Desire, dust, Essence, Flame, Flames, Frog, heart, love, Lute, paisley, Passion, passions, Sea, Sex, soul, Temper, war
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