Sunday, November 28, 2010

SOLILOQUEY

Is it me?
Why do I feel this way?
Everything is topsy turvy
My world has gone w=underground
My reality is gone
I am left with this
This….
There is nothing here
Empty rooms are all I have
What was a home
Has become a shell
Of what it was.
Memories flood my mind
I hear your voice
Your voice is in my head
My head is spinning
I think I am going crazy
My world is spinning.
Round and round it goes
Can you feel it?
Do you see it?
No?
Maybe I am going crazy.

©thelma migue

From the cizoepoetry collection.

Monday, November 15, 2010

UNLEASHED.

Like a tap you opened
I flow with no control
I can’t help the way I feel
My emotions are on a high
Running helter skelter
I try to get a grip of myself
It is so hard
I am loosing this war
My ammunition has run out
I am like a slave
Waiting for the next hit
My hope is
I do not die
As I wait
Till next time
My love

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

Friday, November 12, 2010

NEVER ENOUGH.

I can’t get enough of you
I can’t stop thinking of you
You were and are the most fragile
I know
I would have loved to know you
I know I kind a sound crazy
Trust me
I am not a stalker
Just an admirer
Every day I must have a dose
Every day I must listen
That is the only way
I can get to know you
You were never enough
Will never be enough
That is why I must have you
In small doses
To make you last forever
I look forward to seeing you
Listening to you
Drowning myself in your presence
You will always be my…….

Man in the mirror

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

DOES THIS MAKE SENSE?

The wind blows through my hair
The wind caresses my arms
It lightly touches my cheek
Just like a light peck on the cheek

I close my eyes
Memories flood
Tears flow
Remember the times
Like it was yesterday

Like you said
It is
As I feared
It has begun.

I put my head in my arms
Cry till the sun rises
Eyes red
Sleep deprived
I walk down the road
People look
I don’t care

Behind all this
After all this
In all this
There must be a meaning.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection