Empty

Empty, cold, gone

it hit like a hurricane.

I watched the Doppler 

I don't think I quite understood.

 I knew ahead of time...

Deep in my mind.

I never expected 

How hard it would effect me. 

Walking away a bit

seemed to make sense...

but walking back 

made it confusing.

Empty...

It's not an uncomfortableness

I would ever choose for myself.

Empty...

No warmth, no heat, no smile

Just cold...

I forgot I moved to the arctic...

I forgot I moved myself...

moved myself into the blizzard,

into the cold of the emptiness.  

Empty, cold, gone

it hit like a hurricane.

It poured like a tropical storm.

I watched the Doppler 

I should have been more prepared.

~~grb 2012~~

My Angel

In the angel's hand, I lye

Feeling calm at heart and mind

In the angel's hand I cry

Feeling lost and out of time.

In the abyss of worthiness

I laid across the sleek, black stone.

In the abyss of happiness

I still lied alone.

In the depths of ones despair

I solemnly declared...

I have had enough of this.

In the angel's arms, I sat

In the angel's arms, I was sad

In the angel's arms I...

I awoke in my own arms..

I awoke alone and cold

Where had my angel gone,

When I needed him the most? 

~~grb  2012~~

(I do not own rights for the picture above. It came from http://www.fairiesvampires.com/photo/robert-8/prev?context=user)

Writer's Block

Writer's block

Every time I need to write.

How does that work?

Trying to put it on paper

But nothing comes out.

All I wanted was a beach night..

But the rain came...

the cause of my writers block.

Wish I could have "feelings" block

Every time I don't want to feel.

If only that could work.

Trying not to care 

But it won't stop pouring..

All I wanted was to write tonight...

But I was feeling too much shit...

and no beach to be calm at...

Damn rain.

Writer's block...

Been broken into,

Has me writing this crap...

What the hell?

~~grb  2012