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my thoughts are mine as such my words are mine they form inside my head they brew a storm of pure emotion mixed with thought a dash...

Friday, December 13, 2013

a bird is flying
tree to tree
she'll never stay long
but she'll never be free.

-D.B.
12/12-13/2013

Thursday, December 12, 2013

orchestra of the heart: turning

can you hear my heart turn
as it palpates to the beat
of a song so sweet
but steeped in the past?
it draws on the strings
of my heart and mind
makes me yearn for the times
when i first heard their sounds.
i move to the rhythm
and sing off the beat
while the songs just repeat
and i'm lost in the music
i'm lost in the music
and song after song
i yearn for what's gone
and forget what i have.
forget my new song
forget naught but
a song so sweet
that draws at the strings
breaking the seams
steeping my mind
in the times of the past
sweet song after song just
moving to the rhythm
palpating to the beat
and my heart turns again
my heart turns again...

-D.B.
12/12/2013

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

words

my thoughts are mine
as such
my words are mine
they form
inside my head
they brew
a storm
of pure emotion
mixed with thought
a dash of inspiration--
thank you God--
i give life
to words
because
they yearn
for freedom
full release
from my head
because
they swirl
in spirals
outward
pressing out
against my skull
moving
to my mouth
and out
or else i keep them
in
and then
they move
to my heart
and strike
a chord
or else i keep them
in
and then
they move
to my fingers
spirals
create
force
of highest energy
it transfers
to the surface
either paper
or the screen
visible
at last
they scream
wanting
to be heard
and
at last
i am relieved
of
beauty.

-d.s.b.
11/13/2013

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

peaceful ultimatum

the crashing waves
quench my cravings
for a peaceful
ultimatum
to the night.
demanding
i transcribe
the words
come from my head
to the paper
or the screen
take waves
of sound
turned to
satisfying rhythm
through the fingers
i can channel
ocean's
peace.

-d.s.b.
11/12/2013

Friday, October 25, 2013

bird

i dare you to see me
for who i am
believe in me
like a bird on a limb,
who's fragile and lonely,
homeless but free,
making my way
towards the edge
on a whim,
believing i'll fly
one day to the sky,
soaring above
the earth and sea:
making my way
back to my home
joyful and free
like a bird in the sky.

-D.B.
10/25/2013

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

falling falling falling

a leaf is falling falling falling
falling
for a gentle breeze.
she was falling falling falling
falling
from a rotten tree.
the tree did hate her take her break her
make her
heart feel so unclean.
each branch did hate her take her break her
make her
red so she could bleed.
it thought it had her heart her soul her love
her self
within its reach.
but no her heart her soul her love
her self
then found a way to leave.
so now she's falling falling falling
falling
to a love so sweet;
now she's falling falling falling
falling
love has set her free.

-D.B.
5/3/2012

Sunday, September 1, 2013

phoenix.

take me out of my
head
and let me
burn
so i can
breathe
again.
watch me
coming alive
as my demons
burst
to flame
and turn to ash.
now
i fly
like a phoenix
i have new wings
and i'm learning
to soar
again.
from ash
i am
and to ash
i'll go
but for now
i'll live
with a burning
flame.

-D.B.
9/1/2013

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

my seaglass i'll not find on these sands

my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
just rocks of many hues:
some are bland
some are pretty
but none compare with you.
my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
for mine is a brilliant blue
and though i have found
some red, green and brown,
still none of them are you.
my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
for here is naught but rubble.
the shores from our past
wash away as I walk;
they cannot bring me you.
my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
but behold, far off in the distance,
there's a blue softened shard
the waves of time sculpted
and that one, yes that one, is you.

-D.B.
8/28/2013

Sunday, August 25, 2013

7/2013

like a rainstorm
it hits me
in the cold of the night
with a chill wind
this sadness
takes me down
for the count
and my heart
yearns to see you
to hear you
to feel you
my palms feel so lonesome
without your fingers' touch
and your arms
how they surround me
that protection
i do miss
their warmth and silent comfort
lend assurance to my soul
that there's love that can embrace me
as i embrace it back
nothing's quite like your warmth
as it radiates to my chill
when your hands hold mine gently
oh my dear
i miss you still.

-7/2013

Thursday, August 1, 2013

7/15-16/2013

if we pretend that shooting stars
are airplanes just for us
do you think they'll let me fly to you
at the speed of light?
you think that if i ask them to
they'll drop from their heavenly homes
and let me ride their glorious tales
in the light of the summer sun?
if i cry sincere enough
perhaps they'll envelope me whole,
comforting me with their glowing warmth
until side by side we stand.

-D.B.
7/15-16/2013

Monday, July 22, 2013

fuel

i feel a power as i write
it fuels me
it is my energy
overcoming all my senses
in the most indescribable way
it courses through my fingertips

love

it fuels my body
i'm suddenly enraptured
by goodness flowing into me
love itself
makes a home in me.

-D.B.
6/2013

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

5/28/2013

a squeezing
or a crushing
like a wall
or several
pushing upon my heart
crushing it with the weight of 
grief.
compression
strangulation
cut off from my supply of blood
your love 
gone from my presence
too long will it be so.

-D.B.
5/28/2013

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

parting

this pain
i've never felt
such pain
it hurts
like waves
of grief
they crush
my heart
my soul
it cries
with tears
of water
salt
disbelief.
leave me
now 
you leave me
cold my heart
but warm
somehow
it radiates
with love
but still
with love
is bitterness
and cold
so cold
i'm frozen
how to freeze
the time?
as hearts
that part
are frozen
why not
time?

-D.B.
5/28/2013

Thursday, May 23, 2013

A series of writings that might actually become something someday....[1]


This land is the devil's trophy case, his pride and glory, his finest work put on display for all the world to see. His trophies are the distorted ideals held by the natives: so trapped are they inside a world of false security that they would deny their satanic ties to the death, unknowingly making martyrs of their souls in the name of the demons that inhabit them.
Abandoned shopping carts clutter the otherwise open spots of our supermarket parking lots. They have been left there by the overworked, those who wear out their body and soul for the greater good while the greater good sits back and demands more.
Bright and obtrusive neon signs announce that which cannot be sold on its own, due to the unnatural and grotesque nature of His beauty distorted. They are put up by gluttonous corporations run by those who are willing to kill their fellow man by slow means, using foods that will slowly block life giving blood to vital organs, or lustful enticements to keep the mind and the heart from protecting the soul they have been entrusted with.

[so that's the first tidbit....we'll see how much more I can come up with.]

-D.B.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Throwback #16

if you see a rain storm
don't stay inside
run out with joy 
and dance
laugh
cry.

-D.B.
?

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

the unraveling of me, part 1

please excuse me for a second
i just need to clear my head
so there's no more expectations,
yes, i think they'll soon be dead.
stay a while, please, do help me
with this clearing of my mind,
all i need is your attention,
yes, i think that should be fine!
first let's start with reputation,
i've a nasty one for sure,
always doing as i'm told,
i would never cause a stir.
i would never be disgruntled
nope, just smile all the day,
life is happy and i know it
or at least that's what they say.
i'm naive as my face makes me
and as childish as my size,
i couldn't think a mean thought,
nope, not even if i tried.
i've a cheery disposition
drenched in colors oh so bright
i've a temperament so peaceful
i could never pick a fight.
i'm a cute one, just adorable!
you can't match this childish charm!
and for that, i need protection
so i never can be harmed.
well the truth is i've been hurting
from the undercover me,
i am hiding ugly demons
with this this innocent facade
demons steeped in opposition
to my every wholesome whim,
i love colors of the gloom,
dreary fog gives peace within.
i can utter spiteful words
though i try to hold my tongue
and i know more than i'll tell you,
i just like to play along.
life is more than simply happy,
there's dimension, it's not flat,
it is filled with joy and sorrow,
and mediocrity at that.
true, I am not one for conflict,
but the thought of fighting back
can grow strong enough to make me
launch an introvert's attack.

-D.B.
5/6/2013

Monday, May 6, 2013

5/6/2013

hollowed out
no spike in my blood
no punch in my words
no spark in my eyes.
all i have for the world
is a mind full of spite
that's all i can share
i just cannot fight.
there's nothing i do
that can bring back the vigor
i'm trying, i swear,
but i just can't succeed.
there is only one
who can carry me through this
i asked Him to help
and he reached out His hand.
i wanted to grab it;
by then, i'd been poisoned
to believe i was hopeless
so i all but ignored it.
now enmity creeps
between me and my demons,
it's always been there
but i see it more clearly:
when you give into them
and they all but control you,
they leave your heart hollow
and your soul ever lonely.

-D.B.
5/6/2013

Monday, April 29, 2013

Throwback #15: 3/26/2011

there's a storm in the making,
i don't know what kind
but it blew out the other
and it's blowing my mind.
it could just be nothing,
a chill winter breeze,
with barely a whisper
to wrap 'round the trees.
it might be a sun storm,
confused in its ways,
raindrops of love fall
alongside the suns's rays.
it could be a downpour
that soaks through our skin
with liquid emotion
to drench us within.
or perhaps light and thunder
with crashes sustained
and images flashing,
telling us, "stay."
or maybe a hurricane,
with passion it blows,
it washes our world out
so a new one can grow.
i don't know right now
the kind of storm coming
i just know that it scares me
and i just feel like running,
running away from it,
hiding from fear,
fear i might love you,
oh do i, my dear?

-D.B.
3/26/2011

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Throwback #14: self-proclaimed martyr

sometimes i think you do things
just to seem the martyr
you sigh
and cry
and carry on
like no one else's life is harder.
you say you're stressed,
no wonder why,
just look at all you do!
turning molehills into mountains
can take so much out of you!
I mean, how can we be so selfish
or EVER have such fun
when you're constantly reminding us
of all that you have done!
out of love for us, you say,
from the depths of your big heart!
but of course that's only half true;
weaving words can be an art.
it's hard
I know,
I understand,
to suffer and be silent.
but, my friend,
your pain to us
is never less than violent.
so
STOP
with all the guilt tripping
and exaggerating truths!
for God's sake,
try to be yourself
and I'll be there for you.

-D.B.
4/2012

Friday, April 26, 2013

missing sunsets

i've missed another sunset.
should i live another day,
i should not hope to do that
for it brings me too much pain.
to be left behind by sunset
is more than just a shame.
nothing left but soulful remnants,
fading colors of God's paints.
in missing just one sunset,
i have missed the rainbow flames:
they come forth from the distance
from a land that can't be claimed.
'i will never miss a sunset'
has become the false refrain
of my mind so drenched in sorrow
from the storm of sinful rain.
oh i wish i'd seen the sunset,
i've missed more than i can say.
like repetition of this rhyme
is repetition of this pain.

-D.B.
4/22-26/2013

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Steve (Part 1)

So this started out as a poem and then I decided to change it around a bit and make it a short story, which I have never written before. It's not done by any means, but I've been really busy lately and I'm not sure when I'll get around to finishing it so I figured I'll put it up just for the heck of it. So, without further adieu here's the start of my story...
      I met Steve at the Irving gas station, just standing there smoking a butt beneath his fading green hat in the mid April drizzle, an Adam's Tree Service truck just behind and the air pump in front.
       My tires thrive on air pumps and I feed them through Sunoco's at least once a week because old rubber on a rusty, fading car gets hungry fast.
       Today, my favorite pump was blocked by road work and the people that come with it. I grudgingly crawled along the torn up, one lane stretch while avoiding the cones that cut me off from my tires' life line, all the while cursing each bump in the road that added insult to my injured tires. And I know that air is cheap anywhere, or at least it is for now. It's just that cheap air that's set off from the world, and all the people that are in it, comes from Sunoco, so they get at least a dollar a week out of me.
       Irving, on the other hand, digs deeper into the wallet of this broke college kid: upwards of 20 bucks a week and a rewards member, though I have yet to reap the benefits of the latter. Even still, Irving is my vendor of choice for the fossil fuels. Their cheap gas is the main course for ol' BessyRu because if she dies on my way back to school, she can die knowing that less of my money has been wasted in her hypothetically useless tank. A few months back, I did notice an air pump there but until today, I had dismissed the idea. Irving may have cheap gas but its strategic location is not my favorite: multiple lanes of traffic next to a four way intersection that's right off a highway, and let's not forget all the people that come with that mess.
       But one of my front tires is down to 10 and two of the others were grumbling on my way to church this morning so I'm forced to rattle on over to Irving instead of letting the poor things starve. I pull into one of the parking spots next to the Irving air machine, being careful not to hit the guy with the green baseball hat that just ran to his truck with a gas container.
       This pump is an island. It's situated between the diesel pumps and the regular pumps, which are book ended on one side by my favorite spot, the one that's furthest away from the other cars and the people that are in them. As I'm digging around for quarters, a couple of these people pull up on the other side of the unfamiliar machine and, rather than make obligatory small talk ending in some socially expected graciousness, I decide to wait it out in the car.
       That's when I notice him.
       It seemed he had already noticed me, though I'm not sure why. It might have been my unusually small stature that doesn't quite belong on the ground between a tire and an air pump. It might have been that I resembled someone he once knew and cared about. It might have even been my plates, which identify me as being originally from Massachusetts.
       Massachusetts.
       The great state whose name and troubles have been splattered all over the news since some sick yet pitiable person decided to bring about horrifying explosions and war-like chaos during the marathon that draws multitudes every year.  Driving around with Massachusetts plates this week has been like walking around school with a post it on my forehead saying that a relative died: The sorry eyes, the patronizing smiles, the encouraging looks, and knowing what's going on in the minds of the people that go with all of that.
       But no matter why he noticed me, there he was. Standing in front of the car, but just a bit off to my right so it wasn't completely awkward. Just for good measure, I stare out the left window while making faces as if I was trying to remember something important. As for what could be so important in the life of a college kid that she can't even step out of her car, which been parked for two minutes at this point, I really couldn't tell you.
       This is when I realize that the people next to me are just using the other air machine space as a parking spot, probably so they can go in and get a pack of cigarettes or some lotto tickets or a donut. I dismiss the non-existent thoughts that, just moments ago, were causing my theatrical anxiety as I grab four quarters to feed the machine with.

*This is based on a true story, some names and situations have been changed/altered/enhanced with creative license or whatnot.

Monday, April 22, 2013

throat, eyes, heart, mind

white sliding down my throat
tears sliding from my eyes
rage pouring in my heart
thought pouring from my mind.
sick say they of my mind
good say they in my heart
words trapped before my eyes
words trapped inside my throat.

-D.B.
4/22/2013

Thursday, April 18, 2013

take it all away (part 2)

take it all away,
strip us of our rights
but we will not sink down
to your level
we will fight.
telling kids to be themselves,
that uniqueness is a gift,
well that's all very nice to say
but what our actions say is this:
be everything we tell you to
if you don't, we'll need a fix
we'll drug you up and drain you of
your beauty and your gifts.
these kids, you give them straight lines,
God forbid they step outside.
being different could be deadly
their uniqueness is a crime.

-D.B.
4/15-18/2013

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

have you ever watched a sunset,
really watched it as it burns
with brightness great as heaven's glory
for which the heart does yearn?
have you ever stared so deeply
that you cannot look away?
been blinded by the light
that gives character to day?
have you ever longed so greatly
for the brightness of the skies,
believed you could be up there
and wished that you could fly?
have you ever felt an aching
set so deep within your soul,
when you look out at that sunset,
does it fill an empty hole?
have you ever faced your maker
in the setting of the sun
risked to lose your sight forever
in exchange for eternal love?

-D.B.
4/16-17/2013

Monday, April 15, 2013

take it all away (Part 1)

take it all away,
strip us of our rights,
we will not sink down
to your level,
we will fight.
guns will shoot from fingers
that belong to pitiful kinds.
why can't you try to help them
instead of taking what is mine?
the gun can do no wrong,
it's a soulless, metal mass!
it doesn't choose to end a life,
only lost souls can do that.
the enemy is this blind society,
ignoring those in pain
but why acknowledge our own apathy
when there's something else to blame?
so instead you
take it all away,
strip us of our rights,
but we will not sink down
to your level,
we will fight.

-D.B.
4/15/2013

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

calming the demons

there's not much going on today,
i can't say much for it.
the demons came to haunt me
but they've calmed down a bit.
my senses, they were fooled,
it happens time to time,
but for now they're sleeping,
those demons and their lies.
i've muted them with music,
some new notes to my ear,
blunting them with sound
so the notes are all i hear.
i've closed their eyes with chemicals
that flow right through my brain
sedating them with stimulants
so life can find its aim.
so with this odd concoction,
i'll hold them off tonight.
i know this won't get rid of them
but someday, something might.
so until then, i end today
with this to say for it:
those demons, they'll keep haunting me
but for now, they've calmed a bit.

-D.B.
4/9/2013

Sunday, April 7, 2013

fingers moving on the keys
a half-forgotten melody
the sound of unveiled mystery
a side that i have never seen.
a lullaby for sleepless trance
beauty coming from your hands
enchanting me with just one glance
that music from your fingers' dance.

-D.B.
9/16/2013

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Throwback #12: 4/6/2009

I go through life as if i'm blind
and walk through mist but do not mind
for in the fog i often find
it's good to leave what's left behind

Friday, April 5, 2013

wounds

break the skin open
cut out all the stitches
bleed it out
along the scars
i forgot were even there.
do it like a blindside
take me by surprise
don't make a sound
just tear it out
don't put it back with care.
rip me a new one
and another for good measure.
it's all the same,
build pain on pain
a blood-red, fleshy treasure.
make bold incisions
let it all pour out,
the old the new
the shallow and deep
and all by your decision.

D.B.
11/11/2012, 4/4/2013

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Throwback #11: stars

looking up i reminisce
about how we once were:
the stars for us held mysteries,
our gaze toward them was pure.
looking for orion's belt,
we searched enchanted skies,
we sought that simple line of three
with spellbound simple eyes.
lying in the grass that night,
how magical the sight
of you and me and scores of stars
and they our only light.
lying next to you i felt
as if i'd found a home,
a timeless place of happiness,
we'd never be alone.
but then our spell was broken by
those words i said to you.
i wish i hadn't spoken them
but now what can i do?
those words, though not by nature harsh,
have kept us far apart
and kept us from the mysteries
inside our starlit hearts.
and now it seems we're back again
before that night of stars
doing as we should have done:
becoming friends to start.
but this time we've no time to lose
so pray we get it right
for this could be our only chance,
the last chance, in our lives.

-D.B.
5/30/2010

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Throwback #10 5/14/2010


all you do is hold them back
all you do is stare
into space
a poker face
behind the darkest veil.
there are days when all you see
is nothing but despair.
we want your smile
you lovely child
we want that veil to tear.
so cry my baby
cry them down
let the tears run down.
all you do is hold them in,
let go and then you’ll smile.

-D.B.
5/14/2010

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

a heart so cruel

quietly i sit in wait
a predator with perfect bate:
your own deception
your own lies
you think you've won
you think you're wise.

but

the upper hand belongs to me
i know better than to be deceived
i might be slow
but i'm no fool
to the tricks
of a heart so cruel.

-D.B.
 4/1/2013

Monday, April 1, 2013

we are the lonely people

we are the lonely people
the one who walks alone
no shoulder there to cry on
no place to call a home.
we are the lonely people
there is nothing you will give
no word of love to soothe our soul
no friendship that will live.
we are the lonely people
our face will lie to you
no shining eye holds happiness
no smile tells the truth.
we are the lonely people
our fear keeps us apart
no hatred can come forth from us
no love can fill our heart.

D.B.
3/18-19/2010

Saturday, March 30, 2013

silently waiting


Silently He bowed His head
and said, Lord, "It is done."
He passed from earth
and willingly
gave all that He was worth.
Now silently the earth does wait
for Him to rise again
and on that day
the third of all
salvation will He win.

-D.B.
4/7/2012

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

little white pill

there's more to me
than that little white pill
there's more to me
than i get from a drug
i am a human
i have a heart
and a brain
and a soul
that is tearing apart.
they tell me i'm destined
to do these great things
they tell me i can do
whatever i dream
but it comes with an asterisk
a bit of fine print:
you can't do it without
that little white pill.
but this is who i am
what i am
how i'm made
are you telling me now
i'm improperly made?
am i defective
will i fail as a human
did God overlook
some careless mistake
that i have to suffer
that's madness i say
that i can't be without
that little white pill.
i'm convinced of my value
with no drugs in my blood
it's not much i'll tell you
so you'd better ask God.
so i guess now i'll ask You
will my purpose still live
if my blood can flow free
from the drugs that they give?
will i choke under pressure
of doing Your will
if i don't choke down
that little white pill?

-D.B.

3/27/2013

Throwback #9: those eyes

i loathe the eyes of a merciless soul
they drip with the hatred which from Satan you stole
those eyes
they laugh
at those lost to damnation.
those eyes
they burn
with the fire of Satan.
those eyes
they pierce
like a demons flamed arrow and
those eyes
mark you
like the devil's dark demons.

-DB
3/26-27/2009, 3/27/2013

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Thowback #8: Words from your past

I want you to look at this
on a day far away
you know that tomorrow
is different from today.
My past will go by,
your future is here,
and there'll be things gone
that we once held dear.
Now look to the future,
eye quickly the past,
and cherish each moment
till you breathe your last.

-D.B.
3/5/2009

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

waging war

paper is the battlefield on which i face the world,
my strategies use a language all their own.
i use varied markings only seldom understood,
translations of the words i do not speak.
i pick and choose my army, it varies by the hour,
it could be ink or charcoal, pencil, paint.
my arsenal's a massive compilation of expression
brought forth by prayers to wield these heavy thoughts.

-D.B.
2/26-27/2013

Thursday, February 21, 2013

moment.

there comes a moment when
you realize how you loathe
the life you've come to live
the responsibilities you hold.
there comes a moment when
you throw your hands up high
tell the air you're done
and watch the world go by.
there comes a moment when
you put your head back down
and mutter to yourself
that there's no time to drown.
there'll come a moment when
it will be worth the fight
so until then i pray
that soon i'll see the light.

-D.B.
2/21/2013

fear

paralyzed by fear
tearing at the seams
the future crashes down
shattering this dream

-D.B.
2/21/2013

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Evening Prayer (revised (again))

To become an expression of this love so true,
Lord grant me the graces to be as you will me to.
Words cannot describe it or do the justice due
to that state of being that comes from Your holy truth.
I'll willingly give into it and submit to one so pure,
more beautiful than anything, the one whom I adore.
You've offered me the light; how could I ignore
the love that is within You, so great is your allure.

-D.B.
2/15-16/2013

Monday, February 11, 2013

Throwback #7

The spring wind blows furiously
the trees shake in rage
an owl whips by,
a much angered sage.
A leaf small and crippled
all alone since the fall
finally drops, drifts, and ripples
till there's peace among all.

-D.B.
2/11/2009
some edits 2/11/2013

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Throwback #6

A broken heart jumps to my throat
and from my throat flies to my eyes;
from my eyes spring forth the tears
of regret for later years.

-D.B.
2/10/2009

Quatrain Throwback #5

A child so lovely in her corner sits
believing she's always alone.
Oh, that she could feel His great presence there
that makes every corner a home.

-D.B.
2/9-10/2010

Monday, February 4, 2013

Throwback #4

Money is for Devil's play
in a game made of himself,
he uses lying, cheating, stealing;
losers go to Hell.
His deck is made of human souls
and here, the game gets tough:
it matters not which cards he holds,
as long as there's enough.

-D.B.
2009

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Throwback: 1/29/2009...a day dear to my heart...my poetical birthday.

Make me like the first star in the night
who gazes across at the moon
while the crescent moon gazes lovingly back
till he loses his love to the noon.
When night falls again with his twinkling stars
the moon to his love will stay true,
he'll wait for his star to come back to his light
like I will come back to you.

-D.B.
1/29/2009
The second "real" poem I ever wrote, written almost exactly 4 years ago today (give or take an hour or maybe 2 hours).



Saturday, January 26, 2013

Quatrain throwback #2

The lake rests secluded, protected by mist
till the urge to be found is too hard to resist.
So the lake sends the waves of her heart to the shore
but the shore sends them back for she is too pure.

-D.B.
4/2009

Quatrain throwback #1

My heart is in two pieces
yet was never torn apart
for a heart can not be broken
if it was not whole to start.

-D.B.
2/11/2009

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Know:


You can’t plan your future, you can’t change your past
You can try to change now but moments go fast.
You can sit there and ponder the roads you can take,
You can wonder “What if?” till you’re blue in the face.
I can’t make a difference, I can’t take your place,
I can try to advise you but we know it’s a waste.
I can listen to you as you sit on you ass
I can space out while “listening” till your complaining has passed.
You will never know all, you will always know something,
You will make it ok if you just keep on marching.
You will take it as well as your ignorance can
You will eat all the lies till the truth hits the fan.
I will always nag you, I will be a mule,
I will fail every time but this is just what I do.
I will take the time I need without rushing
I will not watch you fall as I sit and do nothing.

-D.B.
4/24-25/2012, 1/17/2012

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

this is what it's like to break

you feel the rain hit your heart,
nothing happens.
trying to slice through rock
but it's only sweet water.
so the rain pounds faster,
still no luck.
a nagging feeling is all it leaves,
discomfort at worst.
so the rain makes way to hail
still nothing.
though the hail does not break,
neither does the rock.
so hail gives way to lightning.
there's a chance.
it does not hit the rock.
the rock remains uncracked,
the elements seem destined for defeat.

until you look at the big picture.

look at the rain.
it pools around the rock,
nearly drowning it.
look at the hail.
some melts and deepens the pool
some lingers,
lasting reminders of despair.
look at the lightning,
it misses the rock
but why?
its target was water
and with the elements combined
you see the rock give in,
a cold and hardened mess of me
drowning
in a pool of
pain
electrocuted
by pure
betrayal.


-D.B.
9/28/2012

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

used up
and broken
and shattered
alive.
never knowing not to trust.
hiding truth
same excuse
covering up
protecting you and me with lies.
betrayal
injustice
manipulation.
feeling numb, no longer blind.
11/1/2012