Poems from cocodensmore
I really do hate this time of year. Mom has pictures of our family on the refrigerator. I looked at them yesterday, for a long time. Dead,...
When I think of a time in my life, I see colors.My time with Jeff is yellow, like the soft yellow light before dusk.Like an early evening...
I have lost my way. Again.Not into addiction. Not that. Again.Back into the Pain.The Pain so strong it consumes with the cold hardness of...
Speckles of hopeOverlay doubtArms full outIn wide open circlesAs if holding bushels of wildflowersBut there’s nothing thereStay Open
I had so very little of him.And I was so deep in him.I fell deep.And maybe I haven’t found anyone else,Because there can’t be anyone else....