Diffidence – Writer in Retrospect

If I wrote, and only wrote,Without stopping off to think,Would it undo this little curse,Or would it turn out only bleak?Could I find words to keep writing?Would it sound in ways of sense?Or would I be swallowed downBy cursed diffidence? online at: /https://writerinretrospect.wordpress.com/

Voiceless – Writer in Retrospect

The choice of no choices:Surely I’ve said it here before,Thinking that I’m thoughtless,Faceless evermore; That my voice becomes voicelessThe moment it is heard,And everything I wishIs best not pandered with a word; And all my silly choicesAre no better than what’s gone before;So what’s the point in raising voices?It won’t help me be heard more.Continue reading “Voiceless – Writer in Retrospect”

Guide – Writer in Retrospect

I don’t know how I’m supposed to be;I never had a guide.The person who was supposed to beLearned to keep it all inside.She lived rather a lot like me,Never feeling like enough;And now demands increase exponentially,And she’s feeling like she’s had enough.She doesn’t know how she’s supposed to be;She never had a guide.And now whatContinue reading “Guide – Writer in Retrospect”

Reliance – Writer in Retrospect

There is anger in your chidings;Worry in your voice.When life sends out its tidings,What will be my choice? Will I make a grand mistakeAnd then come crawling back to you?Is it more than you can takeThat I’m not one, but two? We’re like Buffy and Giles,Or like the Winchester brothers:We share tears and smilesUntil itContinue reading “Reliance – Writer in Retrospect”

I Meant to Tell You, but for the Things I Never Say

I meant to write a letter, butThe letters burned away;I meant to raise a flag, butThe white ones won the day;I meant to tell you what I meant, butThe meaning lost its sway;And though I always meant to ask you,I always feared you wouldn’t stay. for more from writer in retrospect, click on over: https://writerinretrospect.wordpress.com/

Hidden Heart – Writer in Retrospect

https://writerinretrospect.wordpress.com/ Who can know what lies withinThe hidden heart?A gentle start,A raucous din;Beauty, or lies and sin?But the hidden heartDoes not partWith the secrets of its djinn;It only tellsWith its beating wellsThat something lies within. for more from this author, please click the following link: https://writerinretrospect.wordpress.com/

Small Talk —Writer in Retrospect

You tell me I’m no fun, But I think I’ve overdosed on it: Years spent laughing, joking; Often feeling none of it. You tell me I should talk some more, But what have I to say? Nothing you would like to hear, So I think it best I stay away. You tell me there’s aContinue reading “Small Talk —Writer in Retrospect”