The Harmony of Apathy

September 13, 2010 at 4:26 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , )

There is a misplacement in me

Sadness in a note

Love in a tone

Pain that no one else seems to feel

But where is the empathy?

Where is the sympathy?


I feel-


I feel-


Or rather I feel-

Where Silence is meant to be

When words would have been

Better left unspoken

When you bare your soul

For the world to hear

Should you really be surprised

When they steal it?

Or melt it?

Or freeze it?

I feel the pain, the loss, the love

There – just now

In a note

A melody.

The Harmony

of Apathy.

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No One was Saved

June 23, 2010 at 11:23 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

I am Eleanor Rigby.

I come out of this world

A lonely person

Searching for love

Dreaming about that day.

I am a river.

Soft and sweet.

My embrace like cold needles

Carrying my dream away

Back to the lonely banks.

I am a smile.

I play on the lips

Of liars, saints, and lovers.

I come and I go

A sign that they are just barely getting by.

I am a secret.

Shared between friends,

Holding people together

Tearing others apart

Because no one keeps me to themselves.

I am Eleanor Rigby.

I keep faces in jars

Because my own face is the mask.

The river, the smile, the secret

are truth.

***I love allusions and I felt a sudden connection to Miss Rigby, so this is my tribute to her (as well as the four men who brought her into existence).  I look forward to the day when I don’t feel like I’m turning into Eleanor and Father McKenzie any more.

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Empty Spaces

January 28, 2010 at 2:02 am (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , )

Little girl

in a downpour

sad eyes

smile on her lips

Big blue eyes

staring at the raindrops

one step forward

outstretched hands

She steps farther from home

feeling her emotions like the rain

raised hands

tears mixed with rain

Her hands above her head

she melts into the storm



The little girl is gone

just blue eyes and a smile.

***My mind is in the past these days. Who is the little girl? Is it me? What happened…

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January 12, 2010 at 7:06 am (Poetry) (, , , , )

Change is coming

The leaves are changing

The wind is biting

And my heart feels empty

There is an ache in my chest

That does not come from the cold

A sadness in my step

That does not come from the graying sky

Am I depressed?

Or is there some transformation taking place?

I feel alone under the dismal sky

And the dreary rain washes me away

I am past the pain now

I feel nothing besides sorrow and lonliness

What is happening?

Change must be coming

Otherwise I fear I will fade away

Please, let change be coming.

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