Sitting here thinking
About what my day may be all about
Hoping for no pressure, just fun, laughter
You know what thats about.
Hoping my heart will grow with love
While my sorrows just ebb away
No tremendous thud
Yes, I could learn to love
What that is all about.
Just sitting here thinking
Thinking what my day
Is going to be all about.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Confusion, despair
Don’t know
Which way to twist.
Fighting heartache
Fighting a vacuum
No air.
Survival is the call
Even if it may feel
Your back’s to the wall.
Stand true
Stand and know
There’s only one you.
You are the one
That’ll come thru
Brave, wonderful you.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Reset my life in an instant
Like a roll of the dice
Never knowing where it’s going
Never understanding
Where I’ve just been
I’m here, moving
Going forward
With a smile and a grin.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Taking a break
Going to wait til I feel
My thoughts are revived.
Will think of you still
But just not writing until
I feel an inspiring thought.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Poetry
Taken from the pages
Of anarchy
Full in the hearts of subtlety
Showing no malice is
Poetry.
Poetry
Why have you come
To be my destiny?
Nothing matters but
The throes of the heart in
Poetry.
Poetry
Anger, passion, full
Of the vacant sound coming
From that original sin
Even then
Blessed is the heart
That changes history with
Poetry.
Poetry
No one can know what
Could have been
My heart, my love and
All life has been and now
Come be within
Poetry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Lost
In the midst of a crowd
Lost
Focus on what is just my job
Lost
In a world full of nothing sane
Lost
To my friends, my family
Lost
Everything dear to me
But
This I know
I’ve not lost me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson- 2018
Pull me to the centre
Stand in front of me
Protect me from whatever comes
Wanting
To inflict harm on me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Precious little
Comes to mind
When I hold the world
So divine.
Precious little
Crosses my mind as flowers bloom
Streams run wild
Mountains are so fine.
Precious little
Is on my mind
I can’t decide whether to run away
Relish or to hide.
Precious little
Is mine
Mine to decide.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Long ago, far away
A heart was broke
He did not stay
To weep or cry
Nor brush sad tears away.
Crushed
A fool she thought
Then sat
Laughed
Brushed her own tears
Away.
No fool was she
No clown performing
For vacant love
He, he was the one
A fool for leaving
Not loving her.
He turned
He walked away
Never knowing what
He could have had
He walked away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
We are in a deep freeze
A deep, deep freeze
Cold does not cover what it is
Breath taken away
Frozen in a frigid atmosphere.
Those you hold dear
Should not be out or near
Frozen
Smother instead with warm
Blankets of unfrozen love.
Polar bear cold
Things are froze
No one knows how deep
Or long it will go
Don’t know.
Please no longer than a sleep
Let it creep back up
Let us experience heat
No more deep, deep freeze
Oh please some heat!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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