18 Mar 2012
by Deborah Horton
in March 2012, poetry
Tags: emotions, freaks, hidden, life
We are all just freaks inside
some on display some who hide
there’s always something just below
some in public some they don’t know
It could be something simple and small
or something waiting to consume all
the small voice never quiet
sometimes controlled sometimes a riot
We are all just freaks of one kind or another
some show the world some try to smother
the freaks we can live with and those we don’t
those we have as friends and those we won’t
Everyone all of us freaks in this life together
some still grounded yet others on a tiny tether
those who live easy and those who struggle not to die
some who seem quite normal and those who just wonder why
In end we are all freaks walking through this life
some who get along and some know only strife
those who feel love and others who know pain
yet and still beautiful freaks we are all again
04 Mar 2012
by Deborah Horton
in March 2012, poetry
Tags: emotion, feelings, love, memories, past
Somehow the past remains at the edges
lapping against the mind as waves upon the sand
taking a bit here and a bit there leaving no trace
and yet you feel it there a shadow and a thought
You believe that you’ve moved beyond the past
that regret is not something you live with
but at the edges its cold and icy fingers reach in
and you can barely feel it
You work to stay in the center avoiding the dark edges
keeping the shadows of what was out of the what is
pushing down the memories pushing back on the waves
always reconstructing the wall
The memories they whisper they brush at your mind
each one growing fainter and yet the icy touch still there
time to push back move away towards the center
live as if they don’t exist
23 Feb 2012
by Deborah Horton
in February 2012, poetry
Some people spend their lives living just the same
their high school years stretch into a decade
living at home doing the same things always with the same people
never making anything more of well….anything at all
They go from small job to small job
going from college to college when they wash out yet again
spending their nights and weekends in an alcoholic blur
nothing to show for any of it
Everyone sees it but them they never see the truth
always living in some deluded vision of who they truly are
judging others who try and live happier lives
while they have nothing to show for their own
Yet in their tiny minds they see themselves as bigger
better than the truth of it so delusional
little man syndrome in every sense of it so completely small
becoming nothing doing nothing always the same
26 Dec 2011
by Deborah Horton
in December 2011, poetry
Tags: charity, giving, homeless, hungry, needs
‘Tis the season of giving
for some the season of receiving
and for others it is the season
of just the day to day living.
The charitable give to the animals
they give to countless charities
to other countries they give
the needs seem to be endless.
But so many are overlooked in the giving
those you see each day in your own back yards
the homeless children the local downtrodden
the hungry you pass on the street.
For those with a giving heart please take the time
to look into your own back yards for those in need
giving to those who share your town your city
consider them take care of them in the giving.
23 Nov 2011
by Deborah Horton
in November 2011, poetry
Tags: sharing, thankful, thanks
What are you thankful for
everyday and not just today
those things in your life
that you should give thanks for
always.
Not one day a year
or one week but for all days
what are you thankful for
inside your heart and soul
Basic things, emotional things
people, places, material things
what is it that you are
truly, daily thankful for
Speak it daily, write it daily
know it daily, share it daily
give thanks always
for time is continually shorter
04 Nov 2011
by Deborah Horton
in November 2011, poetry
Tags: bonded, emotion, falling in love, love, together
Quietly as leaves falling to the ground
so too my heart to yours
slowly softly perhaps as yet unseen
outside my control falling yet again
As yellow and orange carpet the grass
my heart does do the same
spreading itself a carpet to your heart
intertwined covering all the hurts past
Falling quicker as time goes by
as leaves now from the trees
leaving me reaching you
this love forever true
Awash in colors falling all around
my heart now yours there is no sound
just two beats yours and mine together
falling in unison now and forever
31 Oct 2011
by Deborah Horton
in October 2011, poetry
Tags: chilling, Haloween, horror, scary
Dark it dances across the room extinguishing the light
slowly coming now as the day turns into night
in quiet moves it brushes against the spirit’s soul
can you feel the chill as it takes its toll
Closer still it moves surrounding all with a breeze
creeping into everything feeling as if to freeze
the night moves closer still bringing horrors yet unseen
this chill is stronger now than it has ever been
There is no sound at all but the heartbeat in your ears
drumming out the rhythm of all your many fears
search the dark places looking for any light
but there will be none found on this blackest night
As the wind moves stronger the terror begins to fill
roaming searching needing to find its next new kill
the chill can you feel it inside your skin touching now your heart
be still now it is here the pain’s about to start…..
17 Oct 2011
by Deborah Horton
in October 2011, poetry
Sometimes in life there are those who come in
and leave prints all around the heart’s floor
we let them walk and leave behind the tracks
of all their lies and hurtful things
Slowly the prints begin to build up on the soul
pulling us down taking their toll
we wonder how we ever let it get this way
how there is only dark and never any day
Then all at once a broom appears at first small
beckoning us to start to sweep and clear away it all
slowly at first inch by inch we sweep the prints away
moving out all that shouldn’t be allowed to stay
With each pass the floor becomes more clean
covered only in prints of love and those that should have been
Take up your broom and start to sweep at last be free
remove the bad prints so that your heart can truly see
12 Sep 2011
by Deborah Horton
in poetry, September 2011
Tags: beauty, emotion, love, relationships, sex
All at once breathtaking and beautiful
strength in every angle and space
gliding as if suspended in air
movement motion breathless
As if it’s so easy
the most natural thing there is
like breathing unconscious
it just is and you just are
Muscles rippling definition unbound
wordlessly gripping there is no sound
the sight of you amazing there are no words
breathless and beautiful are all that is heard
A slight touch the familiar smell
skin that becomes a raging fire
unable to look away
in this moment breathless
09 Sep 2011
by Deborah Horton
in poetry, September 2011
Tags: choices, decisions, emotions, life, loss, love
There are doors in life that should never be opened
and doors that you wish you had
there are doors that take you to the wrong places
and doors that only make you sad
There are doors in life that are unanswered questions
never having been explored
and doors that let you learn and grow
and those that leave you bored
There are doors in life you’re too scared to open
for fear that you will fail to walk through
and those that steal away pieces of your soul
in ways you never knew
There are doors that lead to both good and bad
and those that lead to nowhere at all
doors that change your life and those that make you pay
and then some are just a bathroom stall
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