the tracks of my tears
Some people say I cry easily. I guess it’s true. I feel things deeply. And I have no problem letting those deep feelings overflow in the form of big, fat,…
deep loneliness runs through me like a river
I feel deep loneliness at the core of my being. It’s part of me. It runs through me and my life like a river. I observe it and know…
empty pages
Awwww, go on then, read the poem…
never on sunday or any other day of the week
never on sunday by punkie “Do you believe in God?” He asked. “No,” I said without thinking. Later, I reconsidered. I feel the existence of of a higher power, spirit,…
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deal yourself a new hand
One night I found myself in tears wishing I were somewhere other than where I was. The next morning I dragged my spirit out of a ditch and told myself…
the shape of things to come
A poem about life’s potential and living it.
even in prison there’s space between the bars
quarantine a short poem by punkie fearful others choke and smother the right to seek and find destroy fine art and break our hearts with papers long since…
beware the charming king of swords and his evil pair of queens
a nurse her re rhyme ©2015 by punkie the king is in the parlour, pissed off at his sister the queens are in the pantry finding ways to…
I Found the Future in a Brown Paper Bag
Of these four, which one doesn’t fit: rug, egg, drum, sex? I remember the question. I remember the answer. But I’ll be damned if I remember the rest of the…
Dead to the World
eyes open. a thought bubbles to the surface: “i’m awake.” awareness skips across my consciousness forcing me to stir. i resist. i burrow deeper into the folds of the duvet. i…