Unlocked.
When dreams fall flat on their faces
When the pain is too much to bear
How do you make pleasantries
Or any sense of the absurd
Main street is a freak show
The office is the midway
Everyone performs their roles
But you want to run away
Your eyes see faces that aren’t there
You hear songs carried on the breeze
Feel your feet connect with the earth
You run but never are free
I am so happy to connect with other writers and honored to nominated by http://seriouslysav.wordpress.com/ for the Shine On Award!
Rules of the Award:
1. Display the award logo on your blog.
2. Link back to the person who nominated you.
3. State 7 things about yourself
4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them.
5. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award requirements.
Seven Things About the Word Rummager:
1. I own every “Columbo” episode on DVD
2. I have a copy of every Kurt Vonnegut novel
3. My favorite color is periwinkle
4. I have a journalism degree from Temple U. (go Owls!)
5. I live in the country
6. Tea is my beverage of choice
7. I love fireflies at dusk in summer
Some blogs I like to follow:
1. http://projectlighttolife.wordpress.com/
2. http://300stories.wordpress.com/
3. http://poetreecreations.wordpress.com/
4. http://shawnbird.wordpress.com/
5. http://edmooneyphoto.wordpress.com/
6. http://bookofmohs.com/
7. http://rubyetc.tumblr.com/
8. http://clownponders.com/
9. http://meganhasocd.com/
10. http://maxmundan.tumblr.com/
11. http://atalossofwords.wordpress.com/
12. http://lightningdroplets.wordpress.com/
13. http://littlewritelies.com/
14. http://seriouslysav.wordpress.com/
15. maybe this will be your blog next!
There may be no better time than this right second
Right where’s you’re standing
In the breath you’re taking
There may be no other time than today
Because yesterday, though it lingers, is too late
Because tomorrow is too far away
There may not be another chance
To step forward
To step into the fray
There may not be any others who understand
Who will care
Who will try
There you go with conviction
With truth
With heart
There you go
Traveling with gods
Traveling through your door.
tethered
frozen
the one moment
kept real
never fading
like a painting
not a photo
not quite a memory
even with closed eyes
a glimpse
breath stolen
locked in a jar
disoriented
hollowed
try crying out
holding close
always grasping
like a tree branch
not a flower
not quite easy to reach
even holding too close
alone
tears dry
pressed between pages
He kept the pace, stole her breath
He had to keep one step ahead
The only thought he tried to keep
There was no place so safe, so deep.
They chased old ghosts as best they could
Forgot awhile as if they should
It felt so raw and yet so old
He burned within yet was so cold
He took a breath and failed to see
There was no road or way to peace
If fire takes the air away
There won’t be time to hear or say
If time is fixed and sadness moves
Where are the fates we have to prove
He tried to take each day to heart
But it was over so soon to part
Bereft and empty was the shell
Few stories could be found to tell
To travel is to leave your thought
Only then will be the road you sought.
