The realization of self loss.

Where have I come?
Where have I gone?
Its been a while since this voice
Influenced many
Called out to the world
In such a strife that
Things,
Began to move.
Where has she gone?
Where have I gone?
Time has since passed since
Stomping on stanges
Seemed appropreately right
And wrong were the ones who
Stifled.
Sing out in rage, wonder, self
exploration.
Words erupting now in a sense of
Frusteration.
Where are you?
Where am I?

(c) Sarah Beth 2012

Days

Wake up
This life quickly begins
With circles upon circles.
This morning the hard
Chilled air ruffles me to rise
Memorized motion I crawl over her,
Coffee.
Days behind the night
Time to catch up with the working
World bringing them name brand
Caffeine, Starting their late rising
Ways to their desks and pens.
Fueling and refueling, until the
Final
Crash, wake up,
Do it again.

(c) Sarah Beth 2012

Circles

Bright eyes lit with darkness
In a place that feels rightly
Wrong
Pillow in place of partner
I am alone.
Cry myself to wake
Dreams of home
Haunt the sleeping day.
I wish hard,
Popping brain cells trying to
Teleport, just outside,
Just..
Warm.
Chills encompass the sterile walls
So the heat waves reach toward me,
Yearning for my touch.
The days never seem to end,
Begin,
Middle,
Just, here.

(c) Sarah Beth 2012

Hard Pressed

Today
I sleep
Or try,
Eyes shut hard
A knock at the door.
I do not want  to come
Out and play.
Alone I lay,
In the brightness of my own
Prison
Once mine
Now a bitter reminder of
My wasted days.
Sheet drawn tight
Over my head as I write
The doctor is not in.
Better,
I try,
But I break
In lack of accomplishment.
In no way do I crave attention
But
Gratitude.
An action not often performed.
I do, but
Apparently I do not.
Equivalent exchange shows
No bounty.

(c) Sarah Beth 2012

Blue Bean

Right with that right
Loin squirming sickness
Her body exposed and gone again.

I lie in agony and bitter frusteration
As she sleeps,
Soundly,
Knowing full well.
(c) Sarah Beth 2012

The unconsious poet.

She speaks softly,
In sonnets so simple she does not
Even understand the beauty her
Words
Hold for me.

(c) Sarah Beth 2012

hm.

I want nothing more then to
fuck the world.
Listen to her scream,
force it.
Until tears rained down from the sky and
earthquakes rocked her body.

(so, I found this piece in my phone in my notepad where I write when I'm without paper. dunno when I might've written it, but I like it.)