I'm killing time and it's killing me, it was never gonna be a fair fight; I'm sitting still just trying to see if the wrong will ever be right; I've made my moves but time was faster, I've never known the reason; seems to me that time's the master, and life, a killing season
Author: Rita
Sea Of Regret
sweet serenity escapes
the mind of a woman
trapped in a sea of regret,
tethered to a man of repeated misery
she finds no solace in the sunshine,
it is darkness, her only true friend,
that serves as her lover
the darkness tells her no lies,
offers no false comfort,
only the bitter truth;
her’s is a life without light
originally posted in 2015
Strong Girl
a wildfire burning down
your house of lies,
a tidal wave of emotion
crashing through wasted dreams,
a whirlwind of grit sanding away
the walls of your carefully
constructed hideaway,
she’s a strong girl who
won’t be fucked with,
she’ll level your twisted landscape
and build a life of her own
I Read A Poem Today
I read a poem today,
it had a way, a sway
so strong,
so very strong!
I could see her tired eyes
working to clear
tear after tear
blurring the timekeeper,
that watcher in the night,
that keeps her aware
of all she’s lost,
and how long the night
can truly be;
I read a poem today,
and felt my tears,
and unspoken fears,
knowing someday
she will be me,
or will it be he?
who clears the tears
to find that time
marches ever slowly
through the darkness
of grief
Counterclockwise
a counterclockwise existence for me
spinning against the fabric of fables
way too old too young
running before walking
death before life
a life in the space-time university
learning goodbye is a hello
falling back, a beginning
experience, the mother of compassion
hate, the bloody birthplace of love
death, a doorway to forever
and time is an illusion!
the beauty discovered
on my continuum is
every step forward
takes me back to
my original design
HomeEc Reject
I’m a strange bird, I know,
a wild goose with an eagle’s heart
and a mourning dove’s cry;
yeah, they tried to ground me
by declaring me a HomeEc Reject,
unfit for Maytag duty,
lacking Frigidaire finesse,
shit, I couldn’t even make a dress;
then again, I didn’t wear dresses –
so there!
watch me fly . . .