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,, has [...]
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.
Holly Mann [...]
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 love affair
edited to perfection
as i lie awake, at twilight
by: paisley
Rating 3.00 out of [...]
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 halls, of a full moon
it has become their domain..
they have [...]
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, to frozen,, blood curdling,, fear
as this malaria like [...]
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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