Poetry Pages

I like Gilly's comment, and I agree. Beautiful.

gives me shivers. i think the emotional scars are what need healing.

yeah, give 'em hell, ravyn, so to speak. sounds like you must have had a run-in with the premarital sex inquisition. been there, done that. i don't think you're evil, whatever your supposed 'sin.' we all just do what we do and it's nobody else's business, try as they do to make it theirs. i just kee...

<a name="#fifty two"> The Angel Song </a> She hasn't prayed in months. The big empty void grows by day, though she lost herself in it, years gone by. Scanning past writings she can't help but wonder how she ever wrote the phrase, "God's in the void somewhere," because these days, or was it some time...

<a name="#fifty one"> There is No Answer </a> I wanted to write you a poem, my troubled child, to thrust under you nose and into your hand saying, "Here, read this," that could say that I love you and that I see you're unhappy so that for once it could be said and acknowledged in full without you lo...

<a name="#fifty"> untitled as yet </a> He stood in the background moving not one iota except for the occasional twitch of 90-degree head-turning-- front to left, to front, to left; smoking, of course, hazel eyes watchful like a lizard in June. He of the same name materialized from years long past, u...

<a name="#forty nine"> Free Spirit </a> Free spirit, that's what you say I am. I am free to do whatever I want go where ever I want love whoever I want however I want. I may show up on your doorstep or jump into your car or materialize from the air with no notice what-so-ever. Or, I may forget your ...

Warning: Could upset sensitive readers. This story contains verbal and psychological domestic violence, and references to abortion. ************************************************* Part One At age 20, I flushed a life and was nothing other than relieved. I didn't want to do the same to my own life,...

hey, ravyn, i really like the visual effect, and the words you put into it made the entire meaning "more-so," i'm not sure how else to say it. and you know, erin is right. you, like me, sometimes post old stuff, but yeah, you've gone one with your life and you're not a victim anymore. still, your ex...

<a name="#forty eight"> So Isolated is She </a> So isolated she is, surrounded by faces and alone in a crowd of ne'er-do-wells. Her daughters and sons-- lukewarm castoffs at best. Each of them has on their own time dabbled in her arts, taking the hard-lined sensibility she calls home; and found it u...

<a name="#forty seven"> The Hill </a> The wind flogs away at our belabored ascent. Humpbacked cars in rows stand in mute, sluggard attention. Tendrils of shifting white wispy fluff hide treacherous black ice on the slopes of our glorified pole barn in the sky. Over four asphalt acres where naked tre...

<a name="#forty six"> (I) Wish I Was Still in the Dark </a> I heard voices entwined and never knew the truth till recently; now the hearing of either alone burns my ears. I feel dirty and voyeuristic for knowing two sides of this story that have not yet combined, and for digging for information anyw...

wow, lil... that was some thought process you had going there. it was definitely something to make you think. interesting.

yeah, i know... not exactly poetry. i wrote this in a 'trying to hold it together' state of mind. please tell me if it sounds trite. other than that, i'd say it's pretty universal. <a name="#forty five"> Permission and Should </a> Once in a movie, it was said of an ambitious, high-powered, single-mi...

flashback, flashback!! ravyn, there's got to be many, many little girls (and boys, and grown people too) for whom this is written. you are GOOD! totally excellent, all of your feelings were worded so perfectly that a blind man could see them.