Almost Free

I asked, you denied,
I asked again, you began to see.

You wanted to hold on tighter.
To try to be what you can not.

Don't hold me back.
I need to spread my wings.

You unlocked the cage,
I tentively stepped out.

"If you love something,
set it free...."

Don't hold your breathe,
I am not coming back.

Please understand...
Know where my heart lies.

Written by Bardouble29

Lonely

To many thoughts...

To many lonely night

To many hurts...

Alcohol loosens the tongue.

Words get spoken,

that would normally not.

Another heart hurt.

The words are an arrow.

The truth pierces.

Tears course down....

Seeking, searching...

Will I ever find...

the light I seek,

the soul to share....

Written by Barbara Osborn

Trapped

You cage me.
Your words are the bars.
Your tears are the lock.

Let go.
Let me fly.
Free my soul.

I have tried the cage.
My soul doesn't belong.
The walls close in.

Can't breathe.
Can't laugh.
Can't move.

Give me back my Wings.

Written By Barbara Osborn

Drowning

There is no explanation.
No words can describe.

The void.
The hurt.

Left feeling empty,
filling it with wrongs.

Seeking out,
only brings pain.

Scary thoughts flit.
Could be so easy.

Drown out the pain,
crush out the lonliness.

There is no simple answer.

Catch Me

Wrap me in your arms,
let me soak up the warmth.

Your shirt catches,
the tears coursing down.

Your quietness understands
the storm raging in me.

I seek strength,
but feel weak.

I scream into the night,
but the wind catches it.

Hold me now,
be my strength.
Let me scream.
Understand my soul.
Catch me as I fall.

Written by Barbara Osborn 05/25/07

Not Really Gone

You were there
like a beacon of light.
Shining in the dark
a corner of sunshine.

Like a drop of water,
your thoughts made
ripples throughout.

You touched, more lives,
than you can imagine.

Your love and laughter
encouraged and lifted.

You left us so suddenly,
there was no time.

I found myself searching,
Looking to see if it was a joke.

There was no joke.
So many tears shed.

You left a legacy that
keeps giving and giving.

I am blessed to have shared
some moments, some tears.

I know you watch over us all.

We love and miss you.

Never goodbye, just until later.


In Loving Memory of Baron Ectar.

I Cannot Give You.

You are alone,
your tears fall.
Unheeded you scream
into the wind.
You rail against
what life has handed out.
I listen and
I reach out.
You push me away.
You are grasping,
for something to hold.
I offer my hand,
and you slap at it.

You want comfort,
you want answers.
These are questions,
I have no answer for.
You want to know,
where I stand,
on your concerns.
I stand here!

You question,
you accuse.
You demand,
you require.
I have nothing,
absolutely nothing
left to give.

There is no comfort to give,
there is not answer to satisfy.

Simple Pleasures

I close my eyes,

feel the breeze.

I stand motionless,

things I can hear,

leaves rustling,

song of the sparrow,

childs laughter.

All sounds,

that bring joy,

peace,

happiness.

Simple pleasures.

Written By Barbara Osborn 3/5/07

I see you!

They are in constant motion,
even when I rest.
They dance about,
and sparkle with delight.
They can say come hither,
and go to hell with barely a glance
With them you can read my moods,
happy, snarly, horny or tired.
They can be green, hazel or brown,
or change to match my mood!
I get my own set of glasses,
to sport of various hues.


Smile, because my eyes,
see all that you do!

Written by Barbara Osborn 2/26/07
Written for the challenge to use a body part

Desire

Your gaze catches my eye,
I see that special look.
You gently touch my skin,
run your fingers through my hair.
Your strong arms encircle me.
With my head on your chest,
I could feel your heart beat quicken
I can feel your desire rise,
as you bend,
brushing your lips against mine.

Written by Barbara Osborn 2/25/07

I wish

I wish there was someone,
who I could talk to
someone to pour my heart out to.
Someone who understands,
someone who has been there.
The tears coarse down,
leaving trails of hot and bitter.
I feel trapped,
no way out.
I want freedom,
I want to breathe.
My head reels,
my heart screams.
There is so much anger,
so much pain.

Hurt

The tongue, an organ
of both pleasure and pain
Words like a sword,
slash and stab.
They render the soul,
empty and hallow.
They wound deeply,
causing great sorrow.
Flippant and casual,
words thrown into the air.
No heed taken
for the person broken.

Lonely Eyes

Gazing across,
his eyes downcast.
His shoulders slump.
He glances up,
I see the pain.
There sarrow abides.
His eyes of blue,
speak volumes he cannot.
A brief moment,
it tears at my heart.

Barbara Osborn 2/20/07

Midnight in the Middle of Day

The empty cold enfolds all around you,
you feel ensnared by its ugly claws.
In desperation, you search for escape,
an escape from loneliness,
instead it draws you deeper,
deeper into the gaping void of despair.
You grasp wildly at anything for hope,
but in the moat of despair, nothing floats.
In time, you have no faith left.
As the tide wains, so does strength,
the strength of character ebbs away.
Life's pain crashes down 'round you.
You search for shelter,
a hiding place from life.
There is no place to hide, no shelter.
Waves of pain crash down,
over your drowning soul.
All hope is given up.
You're caught in the shadows,
the shadows of loneliness.

Written by Barbara Osborn 1993

Unbearable Reality

Single, salty tear creeps down,
leaving behind a wet trail.
Hot and bitter,
emotions erupt.
Fires of anger, drowned by fears.
Pain fills the slaughtered soul.
Billows of coldness surround.
Time can't heal the memories.
Hand of pain,
strikes again.
Invisible, unbearable scars.
Thoughts of intense agony.
Pleas that fall upon ears of the silent.
Detachment of mind eases the pain,
but only for a time.
Walls built up, only to be torn down.
Protection can not be found.
Nighttime.
Darkness encloses.
Images swirl,
blur of the day.
Eyes grow heavy,
slumber encompasses.
Struggles begin once again.
Cold sweat,
gasping for air.
Only a dream,
but reality holds its context.

Written by Barbara Osborn 1993

The Stillness

She sits, a lone figure in the miles of sand.
Rising she follows along the waters edge.
Bending she scoops up some sand,
and watches as the sand disperses in the wind.
Waves silently crawl to tickle her toes.
Soft lips of the breeze caress her cheeks.
She breathes in salt air and smiles.
Branches of a nearby tree conduct the song.
She closes her eyes, and listens to the chorus of silence.

Written by Barbara Osborn 2/17/07