All of
these things
now scattered
I am
but tree
leaves fallen
naked and
barren and
they these
things strewn
heaped and
heavy swirling
about in
my madness
come back
to me
my memories
remind me
of summer
Category: Mental Illness
BeGoneGhost
What happens to
Ghosts that lose
Their moans groans
Their scariness do
They become wind
Do they turn
Into a breeze
Or do they
Disappear
Making no sound
I wonder then
What you might
Be for one
Moment you were
Here and the
Next gone without
So much as
A whispered whimper
Leave me ghost
You shall not
Have me my
Soul belongs to
The living those
Who have hearts
That beat loudly
And bleed on
Sleeves when hurt
Be gone ghost
For good now
Break
This night my
Heart will surely
Break it’s been
Pounded and tenderized
Before held together
By hope and
Chicken wire but
Tonight oh tonight
It’s going to
Be shattered into
A million tiny
Bits do me
A favor will
You scoop some
Up and take
Them because some
Belong to you
OneWayStreets
Fine I am
Fine I’ll be
A bit weathered
Some what weary
Now more cautious
Looking both ways
On one-way streets
It is still
Possible to be
Mowed down by
Some one reckless
Disobeying the signs
Law and propriety
I’ll just wait
Until the rush
Is finally over
To step foot
Again into the
Chaos of love
SweetSilence
You don’t remember
Not long ago
On most radios
You heard static
And less music
There is joy
In ill-tuned things
It requires hope
That some where
You’ll hear clarity
Today’s static
Is very different
It is opinion
Impossible to escape
Prevalent and embroiling
Indeed life is
Such a thing
Swimming in noise
Mostly unrelenting noise
Switch it off
To find your
Own sweet silence
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 