BIO

 

Los Angeles based writer Priscilla Snyder writes poetry, short stories and social commentaries. Most of these all dealing with the misgivings of our cleverly, happily ever after constructed lives, where egos run rampant and heartache is just another day in the city. She can be contacted via myspace http://www.myspace.com/americandivorcee

 

 

 

Train Station Lament

The Sun creeps

Through the fog like

A golden wildfire

Roosters are doing their job

The city is starting to wake

My walk is chilled by

The covered sun

I walk briskly

Clutching my sweater to me

Listening to my own soundtrack

Trying hard not to be disturbed

I look across from my destination

Two lovers have taken Refuge

In a parking lot

Cold and empty

The sun kisses them

For a brief moment

I witness their intimacy

I am jealous

His hand slowly crawling

Up her back

Ending entangled in her hair

Their way of saying goodbye

I guess

I hear the train approaching

I steal one last look

At the lovers

As if I am saying goodbye

Their kiss frozen in my mind

Doors Open

I fight my way on

Next stop

Reality

My Soul Cries Alone

Tears Stain my Cheeks

For my brothers

And sisters

I flip through these pages

Of misdirection

A constant distraction

Of other people’s lives

Hallowed images

Of a society

Gone awry.

Where image is

Your definition

And wastefulness

Is praised

My own hands

Covered

In the Ink of

Our demise

Hunger

Pain and shame

Fill too many hearts

While Greed & Lust

Shine bright in

My enemy’s eyes

Why has it gone this far?

Why have we done nothing?

Cleverly building our own

House of Insecurity

While waiting for

The nest issue

I Cannot Stop Thinking

After all the years gone by…

I thought I was done

My heart finally sewn back

From the torn home

We Created

I found out today

Death was close to your door

All those buried feelings

The ones I had suppressed

Chosen to forget

Came back to my mind

They are not in the way

That they were before

Yet I am nostalgic

I am Privy to your pain

You are re-married now

I can no longer be the one

To kiss your wounds

This must be The Final Act

Of Letting Go