P.S. I Love You Poems of P.S. Colley

Guilt Stalking sultry in sleepy shades of silent shadows, guilt awaits one wearied weakness moment when her startled victim fails to think, then she swiftly, slowly sinks to pounce unsuspected, upon them, once again. Assuming her most apt and agile position, she soak-drops deeper into pain-thickened skin. Striking at the tenderest, truest of heart, she tears savagely at each soft, inner part until a ravaging, raging struggle begins. Nagging consistently at each startled, stricken conscious, she denies sweetness of a sane moment's rest, Until desperation has no choice but to raise its wounded voice and scream what one thinks may be best. Laughing at each faintest feeble apology, she chuckles as truth chokes on lie's foolish words. Knowing remorse feels regretfully rotten, when all hope's gone, long forgotten, she retires, relaxes, then rests fully assured That she may lose ground on one's insincere apology while looking on as a nagge...

Some have a motionless energy. Some harbor a masterful enemy. Some habituate a monotonous environment. Some habitually allow mankind's errors. Seldom, however, are memories escaped. ~P.S. Colley~

Little Birdie Little Birdie told me a secret about you. He said, "Tweet, twirp, chip, cheep, chirp, chirp," I said, " I already knew." So Little Birdie told me another secret about you. He said, " Twirp, tweet, chip, chip, chip, cheep!!" I said, "That's just not true." Then Little Birdie told me that secrets about you Are "Tweet, tweet, tweet, but cheep, cheep, cheep." I said, "Get lost." He flew. -P.S. Colley

Words are only words, Just letters scrawled across a page: Merely vowels and consonants Shaped into a phrase. But words are also trains of thoughts Connecting one mind to another, With images, actions, emotions, Some brain child's helpful mother. ~P.S. Colley~

Alone in the Park Here sit I on empty bench waiting for joy to find me. Adorned with lonely hours I've spent, My face reflects time's agony. It matters not, the sky, calm blue, The clouds soft slipping by, The sun, so shy, keeps peeping through To fade through teary eyes. Where are you now who promised me True, real love to the end? I look, I wait, I turn to see, But no where is my friend. So here sit I in this empty world, forsaken, forgotten, forlorn, Trying to forgive your fateful words Of faithful passion gone. I grieve, I weep, I yearn for sleep, But time just rolls on by Until the numbness o'er me creeps. No more tears left to cry. -P.S. Colley~