Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Formulas

Plastic bottles fill empty promises
rage takes a stance from across the room
I am numb now
sleeping in my bed

hopeless swings across the ocean for a phone call
I listen
static clears
pianos bring peace in the distance

I hear the hollow cries of peach cotton candy
she reminds me not to see this glass as half empty

I hear the sirens in the wake of the storm
I remember it's just angels and devils..

Angels and devils..
We always win at this game of baseball..

Stings- these tears in the rain.
I'm up again to bat.
no one at home.

She cries in our bed.
I sing her every lullabye
to find some sleep tonight.
I find her a kiss , I pray to heaven
As I unravel, short thread
long needle.
I hear him screaming..

I promise love it will be alright..

3 comments:

  1. I liked your soothing eloquence: WE always win at this game of baseball. Gives hope. Thank You

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  2. smiles...love the texture of baseball in this..and yes we will win...emotive piece...

    hope to see you at OpenLinkNight!

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  3. wow. your words paint quite a vivid picture here. very strong write.

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