Nov 30

Window frame

Sep 18
poetry challenge: Window


Why does the rain 
tap on the window
when you can't feel it?
Why will it remind you of 
the dew drops dancing on the grass blades in early spring,
of August's ocean breeze spraying saltwater in your hair, 
and how the cold damp snow of a December morning 
washes your eye lashes with fresh flakes
dazzling from the sky? 

The rain on the window is different,
but it reminds you of this,
and it taunts you,
just pattering on the glass,
making it freeze your fingers
pressed against the window pane,
and you think about what it would be like to feel the 
winter snow, spring dew, summer spray, fall rain.

But you don't feel it at all

and you forget those sensations that you once knew – 
you forget the feeling of them

because the 
made them too far away.


Apr 04


Feb 09


The person is empty 
the person with no identity 
the one with no personality 
Who doesn't now what yesterday was like or the day before
Know one seems to know this person anymore 
it is like this person doesn't know
right from wrong
it is like this person is really gone
because inside 
they are empty 
Just like me
Feb 05


Somewhere in my past
a sunny snow day haunts me
the serenity 
Feels too cliche 
to enjoy
I remember the glances out of the window
on a day that finally feels like spring 
because winter can be long and dark
So yeah, I remember sitting in the classroom looking
at the perfect spring day
and if someone said 
things make sense 
Don't listen 
they aren't telling you the truth 

and the clock and fears
bury me