Poems from nina.buttafuoco
i do a lot of staring
staring at the computer screen
staring at the ceiling
staring at my hands when hurt them
staring at my feet when i...
a vicious thing
the pain that always comes
from never getting to know
from no real conversation
that went beyond me wondering
why you...
March, please make up your mind!
Are you spring or winter?
Are you sunny or cloudy?
Is it snow or rain?
Is it st pattys or the ides ?...
I am tired
Frustrations never ending
Pressures mounting
Agitations pressing
Stresses pulling
Sadness gripping
Giving up is not an option...
The door opens - not by my hand
As the sound of a collar jingles
And rests loyally at my bedside
I take a few moments
And remove my eye...