When I was just a little boy A certain prayer I said; To shield me from the scary things Before I went to bed I hear the words, but cannot find What I felt with that prayer: If I should die before I wake I really Just don’t Care (“Old Poem, Written Age … Continue reading "Old Poem, Written Age 26"
Some people say that where they are Is where they’re meant to be; For years, I never understood – Those comments puzzled me Sometimes, you’re down and desperate, As I was, long ago: I saw no reason at the time Why it needs must be so For almost thirty years ago I tried to end … Continue reading "Nightscape"
Every Saturday, her dad Would grill in their backyard; With charcoal hot on cinder blocks, While she kept watch and guard. And savory and sapid-sweet Were those times without care; Until the day the grill went cold, And her dad wasn’t there. See, no one lit those coals again, Although she looked in vain; In bars … Continue reading "Charcoal"
(Trigger warning: attempted suicide. – Owen) The lights in that apartment Turned every night Into a lonely night There were also other lights: Neon lights a block away, Where drunken men and women We’re getting together at the bars Or on the dance floors 50 yards from them, 65 yards from the ocean, I discovered: … Continue reading "No Matter"
The rare prose piece from back before this blog focused on poetry. - Owen
This is in answer to a question asked by another blogger. - Owen
I don’t live in Bedford Falls And so I cannot see How everything would be if there Had never been a “me” At times I’ve felt most keenly I would like my life to end; At other times, I felt nothing Except, without a friend In this, I find, I’m not alone It is a … Continue reading "A Prayer For Purpose"