I just read one million words. To you. To me, from you.I won't take back, or give awayor put them somewhere else. They are yours. And they are you.And they won't erase. Deleted.But where to hold one million words?When there's years and more to say.You’ll have things I’ll never hearAnd you won’t read tomorrow's But… Continue reading Words I Wrote With You
What I will mourn most It’s not you hair or your buttons But what I didn’t tell you And if you didn’t tell me One day I may wake up when you’re no longer listening I can’t add to what’s said Yesterday. And what if Tomorrow. I cannot add any more, anymore. To what will… Continue reading After Word
Letting us believe things about ourselves. About the nature of relationships. About the balance of control. Liberation. Free from constraint. Enlightened about the reality of what it really means to be a woman. So they told us. Sometimes it works out. When the threat is not too crazy. Equal pay for equal hours, most of… Continue reading Truth About Women
Free feels like A gust under and around Storm from inside Words unbound Loosing the wisdom Creating unfound Breathe out dust From before But the ghosts From before Will always haunt These words, in times The story decides From the ground Who roots Or is ignored From before Or Yours
He breathes. A beginning. The words swirl around the heavens, the dust, filling a space that was blank just before. Painting a vision, new sunrise, new horizon new beginning that was just previously dark. Lightened by a word. She was there. To hear it. By chance or by design, either way. His words were alive,… Continue reading Dance of the Preacher and Prostitute
What are these words, we write to ghosts. Each word inscribed may someday become unhidden. Distant thoughts and the fascination of philosophy of phrase and mind. What must we have known, to write what we did. How did we continually stumble over our own words. To stumble upon the ones that connected, to the you… Continue reading Dear Diary,
Blank screen softly glow Imprint my thoughts if they would flow Locked behind my aching eyes Ideas are swirling like the snow Fingers frozen even though Words are screaming deep inside Me Type a key, delete a few Scrape together today’s review And I know it doesn’t matter Painful happy words undo Harsh and loving… Continue reading Typical Poem
She hadn’t heard any screams. No crashes or anything out of the ordinary. Nothing jolted her awake as it should have. The air felt different, she remembered. Pillows and sheets and blankets, swaddled her with naivety that every thing was the same as when she sent to bed last night. Her mouth was sticky and… Continue reading It Ended With a Whisper
It looked like an old piece of paper, stuck to the bottom of the cardboard box in the attic. The kind of trash that most people wouldn’t even give a second look to. At the end of the cleaning day. When there was such an abundance of meaningless old papers that would have to journey… Continue reading When Words Meant Too Much
Cindy Koch 