October 22, 2013 by QueridaJ

knowing

i cannot see past this misery

it catches me unaware

i avert my eyes from happiness

it is a but a cruel reminder

of all that i cautiously….yet…willingly….hoped would be

and though i’ve always prepared for failure

i feel winded even before the blow

i feel hollow even before i know

of what i fear i already know is true

i cannot begin to imagine

what this will do to me

August 1, 2013 by QueridaJ

turn around and see

turn around now

and look at what you see

look at me

and tell me

you don’t like what you see

but don’t say that you can’t bring yourself to see

for all that you see is

whatever you have made of me.

January 23, 2013 by QueridaJ

Pendulum

pendulum
to and fro
to and fro

along with the
beats of a heart
in throes
of wandering woe

pendulum
to and fro
to and fro

tapping along
a life’s time that
ticks by me
before my very eyes

pendulum
to and fro
to and fro

stopping quite still
to only mock with
with your dullish gold face
smirking away at my
misty-headed misery

June 30, 2012 by QueridaJ

cursed-weak

the greatest curse that befell the weak is
the inability to stay well…
the inability to control the pain within.
the inability to depend on oneself to heal.
the inability to live through life without wishing it away…
it is the seizure of the form that houses still what wishes to thrive.
it is the suffocation of the very movement that allows air.
it is the misery of the contained…
it is the uncontrollable immobilization of the spirit.