Poetplayhouse

The boy in my sandbox

September 21, 2009

I left you by the sand box

With all the games we used to play

When you smiled back at me

I felt the warmth on your face

Then the day to bid goodbye came

Taking blue skies and sun rays away

I long so much to hear your voice again

My tears will keep falling like rain from the heavens

But your laughter and sweet whispers in our sand box

They keep me smiling amidst this longing and waiting…

Until then…

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Drowning in the desert

September 14, 2009

Humidity has taken every gasp of air from my lungs

This place is a mess!

Boredom and monotonity a constant companion–no a plague!

Killing me softly…dragging all emotions inside of me to spew like hot molten lava

With angst and sorrow all at once…

I feel as though I am stuck in this rut…

I am drowning in my own tears…

But this is not the end for me…

It is only the beginning… 

I will fight through dust and sweat and stink and long work hours

I will rise from the ashes!

 

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