Haunted by Toni L.A. Cross

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 28, 2014 by goatgirlbookworm

The darkness comes
with teeth and knives
I’m hounded by a dream
Chasing, swirling, whirling night
Deeper, harder, plunging faster
Torn by rabid black
Frantic now
the walls are slick
No doors or windows here
Can’t breathe
Can’t speak
Or whisper here
No sound escapes
This place

depth perception… by Toni L.A. Cross

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 16, 2014 by goatgirlbookworm
you think you see me
so clear
because you think I let
you near
I’m hiding in plain sight
my dear
the brightest smile and not
a tear
so bravely hiding
every fear
it’s all about how deep
you peer

Closet Confession by Toni Cross

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , on March 28, 2014 by goatgirlbookworm
Safe in darkness
Hiding here
Amongst the clothes
of yesteryear
My place of silent
solitude
Haven where none
will intrude
I hide from life
I hide from self
Beneath the shoes
up on the shelf
Closed in by dust
and memories
I freely breathe
where no one sees

Awakened.. by Toni Cross

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 25, 2014 by goatgirlbookworm

The child in me awakes

My trust blooms once again

Tentatively

I reach out my toes

And dip them in the water

Winter Gold… By Toni L.A. Cross

Posted in Uncategorized on March 14, 2014 by goatgirlbookworm

Icy sparkles glinting bold

Wisp of breath captured by cold

All fresh and new and nothing old

Sunlight painting winter gold

A moment only time can hold

Free Fall by Toni L.A. Cross

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 13, 2014 by goatgirlbookworm

All the things I should have said

These choices I can’t put to bed

Feeling trapped inside my mind

Making all but memory blind

I’m dying here inside my head

From wishing that I wasn’t dead

I’m falling- losing altitude

It’s so much more than just a mood

I grope through every word I’ve read

I try to reach for hope instead

My spirit lets out one last gasp

Peace is here within my grasp

Age… by Toni L.A. Cross

Posted in Different Poem Styles, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 10, 2014 by goatgirlbookworm

Age is a sly old stranger

who comes at the close of the day

Age is a regular charmer

who begs to come and stay

Age is like the furniture

you know him like your stairs

Age is a sly old stranger

he’ll catch you unawares

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