Projection, 8.20.13

I felt it
When you looked at me
I'm only
What you want to see
A projection
Of your hopes and dreams
Without them
I am nothing

Empty, written November of 2010

The thin blue lines,
Now empty,
Reaching across the page,
Still empty.

You try to think,
But empty,
Nothing comes to mind,
Just empty.

The feeling spreads,
All empty,
You feel so alone,
So empty.

No more wish to try,
Always empty,
Leaving the open page,
Empty,
but for tears.

Blue Evening, 8.4.13

Dusk is fading
Rosy blue
Twilight drifting
Around and through

Sunset whispers
Insects and birds
Whip-or-wills calling
Hope to be heard