Cloudly Skies (poeTry)

by amica paige



Sob.
Pitter-patter.
Prattle, prattle
Teeth chatter.

Gray.
Pitter-patter.
Gloomy skies
Cloudy gray.

Talk,
Nonsense talk.
Rattle, tattle
Mindless chatter.

Choke.
Throttle, choke.
Prickling tears
Dribbling drivel.

Sob.
Poppycock.
Rant, chant
And a racing heart.

Anger, leaves. (poeTry)

by amica paige



Sitting here
In the dead silence
Of frustration
Conversations flow
In the background where
Books are read and coffees—on red,
Round tables occupied
By stagnant bodies.

Outside
The leaves sway
Both purple and green,
Harmonious with
The gentle breeze,
Oh—how they dance with it!
I see them through the glass wall
That separates them from me.

On Bended Knees (poeTry)

by amica paige



Fleeting images in my head
As the water hits my back
Relentless memories—how they stick!—
Yet they melt before the holy One—
Down the drain they slip away
While on bended knees I pray.

Happy is he...

***Written in June 2010
by amica paige







Somebody once said that the happiest man is the saddest man; just take away what he is happy about.
And that the saddest man is the happiest man, if you give him just the thing he asks for.
But from the angry man, stay away. He’d either kill you or die trying.
Don’t ask me who said them.