Oculos Vita
Standing in front of the bakery the one on 22nd street I saw a reflection in the window someone I faintly remember There was something..
Scattered Nonsense
Swan Song
(the un-Valentine) Shelli Carlisle I cannot write of tender words Or love songs whispered sweet I know not of impassioned love Or yearning..
Un-Principled
Snotty as a handkerchief Sneaky as a fox Compassion of a..
Dust
The crisp white paper is a stark contradiction to the stale words scribbled upon it pretending to be prose She sits for days and weeks at a..
Home
After the windstorm, And after the rain Out of the ground Came an empyreal hand That drew me a picture And wrote me a poem And touched my..
Me
Underneath my outside face is a face no one can see A lot less happy A lot less sure But a whole lot more like me Shelli Carlisle ©..
Question
Music man, poet man creator of song the words– your words rip away my shroud exposed for all to see. I cover myself with soiled cloth...
The Dream
Upon awakening I realize I am no longer in my sacred place. My body feels heavy. My heart aches. My mind is not clear. I feel tired, worn,..
I am Despair
i am despair i live in her soul i devour her spirit i leave her without hope i send her to the edge i stand her before the abyss i..
Rebirth
I see the hill where the red clay stands, the purple flower that grows from the rock, the..