Too tired to try again today
So many ideas
I’m just repeating myself
Nobody’s listening anyway
No matter what name I use
They find me out
Silly me
For thinking I can start over
When the only things new
Are pretend
And exist only in my head
If only I could be the one
People tune in to hear
Or look to for oddly compelling beauty
But I’ve been the back-up
The last hurrah
Coming through in a pinch
To everyone’s surprise
Because they hadn’t known
Or they had forgotten
The depths I generally visited
Were my comfort zone
And I could speak the language of anguish
So I shouldn’t be so shocked
And put down
When they don’t turn to me
For fun and games
Even though
I’ve always liked to play.
Finish That Thought
My skin warms under your gaze
As if the sun has appeared in this room
To use the term “melting” is incongruous
Since I’ve never felt so firm or alert
You’ve somehow turned a spotlight on me
While leaving yourself a silhouette
I can make out just enough
To know the answers to all my questions
We’ll have some serious conversation
You and I
Eventually
But let’s finish this thought
Before the sun really sets
And rises again
Before words take over what’s important
The Word Rummager 