Haven’t told my heart the way the world goes
Haven’t said the words that no one else does know
Won’t even tease the strings
That connect her to my sauntering toes
Nor let her ears, my lips know
Just how the world goes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Then it happened going far from away
To the depths of happiness
Making my year, my day.
Holding on with joyous gladness
Heading thru the mired deep
Coming out in the other happiness
Feeling pleasure ever so sweet.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
When I think of what has come
What has gone
My heart breaks from holding on
To a life that has already gone
A life that now has succumb to being
Just a shell of that that’s been
No more laughter
No joyous lightly radiating beam.
Sit in silence quietly
Wait for death to take hold of me
Wrap it’s deathly arms enveloping
Taking me to a place with maybe
Some of that old ecstasy
But til then I’ll wait and see
Think of what has come
And what’s to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Ever wonder why?
Ever think things happen
On a line
You can’t deny?
Ever wonder why
Answers come
But don’t seem to be
The ones asked
Or seen technically?
Ever wonder, wonder why?
~ 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
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
Another year just today
Came to be, passed away
Looking
To the one to come
Wishing
Hoping
For a fortunate outcome.
Come join me
In the passage thru
A year
A day
A week or too.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Saw my heart filled
With love
And yours with such cold
Not caring bold disdain.
I wasn’t told
You’d soon depart
Or how I’d be shattered
Blown apart.
It seems it doesn’t matter
For that’s what you expect
When the heart
Is torn, ripped away.
Not sure why
I didn’t cry or follow
You out the door.
Instead I closed my heart
Denying for a time
That I wished
You would have stayed.
But now I wait and hope
And pray
That you’ll come back
Someday, someday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
My journey is special
I am elite
No one else walks, talks
Or looks like me.
My heart skips a beat
When I look in the mirror
For there someone exceptional
Is looking at me.
No one in this world
This story or be
The exact same example
The same human being.
I am special
I am me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Melancholy feelings
Sorry heart
Trudging through the snow
Feeling
It’s cold, cold heart.
Icicles dangling, dripping
To sadden, frozen ground
No where to go
Misery
Sadness all around.
Then the sun shines
Spreading, singing like a lark
Warming all the world
Unfreezing
That frigid, frozen heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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