Poetic Blog (June 9, 2019)

Guilt

And their naivete.

Grifter's secret weapons

Insidiously used

On targets.

Gifted ones

Play marks

Like a concert virtuoso

On a Stradivarius.

Manipulating them

Without realizing

With false promises.

Lucky ones

Realize early

Before serious damage

Is done.

Otherwise

Long painful recovery

Doubting yourself

And others motives.

In restoring

Self-confidence.

Therisa © 2019

Spilt Ink (December 14, 2009)

Can't explain

Why the ink flows easier

With depression/anxiety onset.

Turning out poems

At what seems

A manic rate
For me.

Reaching parts

Of my soul

Locked tight.

Never sure

Who or what

Will emerge.

Often

Not understanding

Other’s reactions.

Whether

In joy or sorrow.

Wishing

I knew

Why.

Only seeing

String of letters

On the computer screen

Or written page.

Always

Questioning my ability

Never believing

It's good enough.

Therisa © 2009

A Fool's Heart (January 7, 2019)

In my mind

James is playing

Getting Away With It

(All Messed Up).

As I sit

On my bed

Trying to

Figure out.

Where did I make

That wrong turn

On the freeway

Called life.

Could've sworn

Overhead sign said

Next turn right

For true happiness.

As Princess Di’s

Faerie tale romance

Crumbles to dust

Before a watching world.

No Princess Charming

Is standing

With her magical kiss

At the bedside.

To heal the heartaches

Or bandage the wounds

Affecting our souls

By love gone wrong.

In this impossible dream

We weave around our souls

Searching for everlasting love

Between two people.

As Princess Di’s

Faerie tale romance

Crumbles to dust

Before a watching world.

Taking away my heart

Some cheap trinket

To be discarded

At your whimsical pleasure.

Not caring

About my pain

Or me

You f--king bitch.

In stealing

My hopes and dreams

I shared with you

For the future.

As Princess Di’s

Faerie tale romance

Crumbles to dust

Before a watching world.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: I blame James for this lyrical poem/pop song creation.