Pool of Random Thoughts

My poetry blog.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Master of Me

I am being torn apart, piece by piece.

My heart, my limbs, my head...

And my soul goes to that unimaginable place.

Yet there are no feelings,

And there are no words.


I see you floating an eternity from me.

I holler at you,

And we are together again.

But I cannot hold you

Or kiss you

Or love you...

I simply float around.

I am immobile, as I am helpless

For I have no body...


Yet you put the pieces back together

Pieces of my body I thought I have lost.

My head, my limbs and my heart...

And soon I feel blood pulsing through me...

Feel. The word itself is alive.


Indeed you are the master of me,

The only one who knows what to do

When things in my life have fallen apart.

You are the only one who knows what to do

When I fall apart.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Pitch Black

Everything was too much
For her to take.
The pain was unbearable,
Physically and emotionally.
She would give anything for peace and quiet.
Then, a man willing to trade
Peace and quiet for her body and her soul
She gave it,
"Anything other than this crummy life", she thinks.
The deal was done.
There was nothing but pitch black.
The pain was gone
It must be swimming
In the endless stream of nothingness
But so was she.

She Would Not Say

She is happy
Her eyes are brilliant
And her lips are smiling.
She must be in love.
But who she loves she would not say.

She whispers:
"The cat's out of the bag.
I have confessed my love."
But there is no celebration,
No brilliant eyes and smiling lips.
The reason, she would not say.

She had been crying
You could tell from her eyes
You could tell from her red, puffy eyes.
She had been crying but
The reason she would not say.


She sighs deeply
And stares blankly into space.
She sighs but
Her thoughts she would not say.

She ran into the rainAnd cried some more
As the heavens cried for her
She opened her mouth to the sky
In a hopeless attempt to
Drown herself, drown her pain.
But it would not happen.
So she wails
And her voice echoes.

She sits quietly now.
She would not say many things.
She loved him, and she wanted him to know.
So she said it.
But she should not have.