My chest aches. Pain. The pen flows easing the pain out. It flows onto the paper. Chest aches. Sorrow, a sum of uncertainty. Self-doubt. Cards that have been dealt. Waiting for... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:16:09
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My occupied heart has been invaded. My heart has 2 doors open. It calls 2 strangers in from the rain. 2 doors open. Let the occupant choose an exiting door. Let my occupied mind... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:19:30
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I can undernourish myself by eating up love at the table. Are these sentiments well-chosen? I can fill my heart with conviction. I can say it with my heart. I can convince myself to fall... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:22:37
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The young man soon found his energy had been squandered. His mind wandered between choosen paradises. Worry of bride and groom led to gloom. He is now holed up in his room, keeping... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:24:32
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Are you adequate in meeting neccessity? Security is the requirment. The right house. The right car. The right lover. Anything else is inadequate. We are mixed in amongst the crowd.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:27:19
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The autumn ground is pelt with gold. The trees shed their summertime being. All leaves are dying. Nature is alive with colour. Trees shed their costumes. Winter will bring new attire.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:29:09
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Poets are pen holders. Jars should be empty. Paper is for filling. Pens are for running out. Poets are page makers. Pages are filled. Poison dilluted. Lydia Workman Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:30:33
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I sit on park benches witnessing small miracles. I hold the air in my mouth. Anger and the need for self-expression propel me onward. Are the 2 things separate? The bells ring and... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:35:58
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I have been kicked about with the dead leaves of autumn. Nothing over the top, nor nothing overly easy. Pain and self-discovery wear the same mask. They ask the same questions. What are... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:39:42
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Refrain from enforcing my identity upon me. Take what you see and keep your opinions to yourself. Take what you see and analyse your perspective. What do you take of my style of dress? Do I... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:42:25
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Tonight is the night for a Satanic rite. Lucifer, take flight. Rise up and claim mine enemy. Smite their soul with anguish. Allow them to languish in pain. Do not refrain from... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:45:12
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I am at home. Ultimately alone. Individual and independent from the world around me. I sit, wondering about the world at large. This moment of existence sprung from things I have... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:47:58
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Evil lurks in a desk drawer. Thoughts were poured on paper. They rest in the drawer not seeking out eyes. Emotions buried inside me are now buried elsewhere. They live their shameful... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:54:09
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Creativity is fluid in front of me. It blends into the canvas. Images appear. Shades go from light to dark. Tamed beast of creativity is fluid inside me. It flows out and hits... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:56:16
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You hang on the air longing to be a five and dime genius. Your life is lived in a cliche mode of existence. The colour has been diluted. You have read too much and are caught on... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:58:27
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Let reality speak. Ask reality for the truth. Pick up the pen in the form of a question. You can see that it writes. Ask your questions of the material. Expect an answer without... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 13:10:34
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Cigarette, oh cigarette, when shall you kill me? How many numbers have you erased from my life? My darling, cigarette; how I inhale you like the air I breathe. How you take my breath... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 13:14:52
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Depression is fun, and inexpensive too. You need not have money, but can have lots of depression. Depression gets things accomplished. You can worry your friends and make your parents... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 13:24:17
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What voice will be the winning voice of the morning? What voice shall get me out of bed? On waking the internal voices begin muttering and mumbling. They cut me apart and almost stop me... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 13:28:06
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Mixing things up. Stirring things together. Looking for the right combination. Measure the sugar. Put in the right amount. Measure in the sugar. Enough to remove the bitterness. Do... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 13:30:23
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No notion behind it. No concept to examine. Perfection is simple. A pearl. All smooth sided. Perfectly round. Irregularity. A jagged edge. Less than perfect in appearance.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 13:43:45
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My love for you is a curious thing. At times I am furious and my cheeks sting with tears shed. My heart returns to you. I feel an overwhelming love for you. I wish to see you again.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 20:31:31
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My heartbreak fractures my sense of self. I am worn down. I change from picture perfect to messy morning waking. My internal self hurts. I wish I would insult you instead of myself.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 20:33:29
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What can be said of love, that tired old theme? When love is not present one can only speak of want of love. Days are fared with hopeful pessimism when love is long alluding. In the... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 20:38:04
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Do not let the future imitate the past. Do not question desire for change. Let the heart hunger for fulfillment. The heart is well awake and well aware. Let the heart seek attainment.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 20:39:53
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In the garden of Eden there was a very special place where Eve spent some time. Before the snake invited her to bite the apple. It was a place that Adam saw and knew, but didn't... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 20:46:38
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Out my window the moon does shine. My heart as frail as glass. I am broken, bruised, and weakened. I stare out the window. Face reflected in the glass. The world darkening as midnight.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 20:52:51
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Love was based on outward appearance and percieved qualities. Love was built up. Love was left violated. My heart runs violent. It lays reluctant. I cannot trust safety in your... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 20:59:41
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The experience has passed. I cannot let go. My emotions become an encompassing cage. My memory is a curse. Old experiences bleed me dry. My sleep schedule has been ruined. I supressed... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 21:02:48
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Love, love, glorious love. Can't get enough of wonderful love. Love leaks out of me like the sun streaming out light. It warms you to the bone. A shot of your love would cure the... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-05 21:06:54
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Your words are searched for hidden meaning. I read your face for reactions. You vannish and appear. An unpredictable variable. I try to establish an order. Lydia Workman Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-05 21:08:45
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We have pigeon-holed the scapegoat. Our shame is placed on an external source. We magnify their humanity. In humility their humanity lies. We examine their shame as though it were... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-05 21:11:37
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You are gone. The world is mine. The future blends. Fate intertwines. A faithful friend from former foe. The flame flickers. I let go. The fireplace is filled with embers. I... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-05 21:15:13
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Slither past, slide by, slip through, you slimy snake! Do not shake up my existence with your venomous bite! I am feeling whole again and do not wish to be poisoned. I have prayed to... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-05 21:17:25
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There once was a woman who sat at a public table and wrote. She was not pretentious. She was not a show-off. She was not a member of a cult. She was one of the many people... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-05 21:20:32
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A jar of water, once empty, now contains water. They are interlocked together in a clear, transparent beauty. A sign of your presense. Bubbles blur the edges. Beauty edges out.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-05 21:22:16
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I hate the polished stateof being that passes as normalacy. I hate glamour. I wish that reality were real. I want the polish removed. Competition should not be our continuous state of... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-05 21:24:11
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Bludgeoning old skipping record... you are covered in a tattered jacket. I have grown so sick of you and your one repeated beat. You sing with a stutter. Why don't you just stop? You... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-05 21:26:38
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Things got started on a romantic note. Things got started with his tongue down my throat. When I had to cross a mud puddle he threw down his coat. But, after a while he lost his... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-05 21:32:07
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I am cloaked in the falsehood of what is material and my appearance is decieving. Is it separate from myself? Somebody hit me with criticism. Somebody told me I couldn't get better.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-07 08:24:56
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My mind, soft as silent, reflecting over sound. The sound is quiet. Sound has receded. Quiet gray. Nothing boisterous. Gentle time and the wind blows my hair. It combs my hair in a... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-07 08:34:18
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A painting is a surface covered by details. There are things lurking beneath the surface. We experience it as we experience the ocean. A wide and expansive deep mystery. A... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-07 08:39:45
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Time passed. Guilt turned into laughter. Past humiliation fades out. It recedes to background noise. I move forward at an accelerated pace. I pass my feelings. I pass crabby, anger,... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-07 08:53:10
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Someone is gone. The loss is over. Hardship returns. Something is remembered. Something is lost. I cannot forgive you. You will not allow my forgiveness. I cannot forgive you. I... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-07 09:03:19
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I worked for the enemy. I wore the boots and slaved away. What became of my sense of freedom? Freedom came in 10 minute increments. I silenced myself and went into hiding. I let the... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-07 09:08:31
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Arguments are spoken. I write up the agreement to acheive resolve. Talk first, and then action. Time brings change. Regretful actions can lead into a life of regret. Ill-thought... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-07 09:14:44
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There are many days in the year. Many tables and chairs to seat yourself at. There are many shoes you can walk in. There are many ways in which you've been had. There are many ways in... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-07 09:21:23
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Tomorrow I shall work toward the end goal. I want to conduct myself in right-minded fashion. I cannot place the blame on you and act inhumane myself. I shall not imitate your actions. My... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:09:17
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On You my identity does not rest. Go ahead and reject me. The sun, moon and stars are mine. I utterly appreciate them. I am not depreciated by your view of me. Experience... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:12:33
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In you I saw something real or imagined. I tapped into you as though you were a maple tree. No sweet syrup emerged. The rough exterior I could not break through. That was all... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:15:01
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Be who you are and feel found. There is nothing to despair about. Do not allow doubts to wash hope away. Do not be left stranded on a distant shore. Do not doubt yourself. Believe.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:17:49
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Sweet light, dark one. This is not love, but just confusion. Love is not light and beauty brings not love. Beauty brings momentary pleasure. Pleasure turns to pain. The pain turns you... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:19:55
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Life is a tiresome quest for beauty. Nature exerts it's force. Impulse rules nature. Age seems, and becomes, closer to dying. Magazine culture cuts us apart. Our essense opposed by... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:22:01
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Sitting in the darkness I set my sight on the light ahead. Fears pass by me. My mind seives through and catches the larger. I try to compress them. I try to break them down to specks... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:24:42
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Manuel's eyes are beautiful. They are dark as night, but light with love. Eyes of innocence and beauty. Eyes meeting mine and then darting back to the road. We drive along on a normal... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:26:45
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Your scrutinizing glances made love more worry than tender embrace. What did you come here for? Your toxic love sickens me. Your face tells me more than your mouth. Lydia Workman Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:28:26
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Hold back wound words. Words intending pain. Don't allow pride to blind empathy. Damage is done with words that wound. Hold back your words and there shall be no need for repair.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:30:25
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Fleeting days drift behind me. The dust drifts. Days end and days meet. The wind blows the garbage down the street. Left outside on the deserted street. The empty cups and wrappers... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:34:12
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In my mind ideas battle against self-consciousness. I want to be as aware of the apple falling on my head as Sir Issac Newton was. Not cursing the knock, but recognizing the idea.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:36:14
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I chased after love and almost grasped it. I chased it into a dark corner. There love stood, but didn't permit me any further. I allowed love to pass. Later I waited for love. I... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:39:16
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I am agitated. Frustrated energy tears me up inside. I want to be loosened from mylife. The burdens rest too heavy. I don't know how to escape. Stuck. Stuck. Always stuck... I... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:41:41
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To any question there is an answer. It could be yes. It could be no. It could be more long drawn than that... Out goes the question. It lands on the ear. The ears hear the question... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:44:20
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I used to think thoughts of loving kindness. Hatred was a mystery. That time has passed. Experience has changed me. Your words were cruel. I have hatred. Take as much as you need.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:45:54
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I was working hard, but it was not in service. There was no higher goal or aspiration. The wet blanket of authority had dampened my dreams. My effectiveness was cut off. Cast aside.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:49:12
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My soul sits inside myself knocking against my insides. It wants out. Out I exhale it. Holding breath. Bait. Debate. Point of action. Reaching inside myself I find what... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:52:06
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I am sitting here drowning out lines with beer. My work day is completed and my energy depleted. I am here sipping beer. Music near. The cimbals tap loosely on the stage as I fill... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 15:54:19
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Mind trap. Mind trapped. Stopped. Frozen. Broken silence. Tap, tap, tap. Can't you see that I'm nervous? Heart beat. Blink. 2 birds killed with 1 stone. Truthfully, it was freedom in the... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 16:00:17
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Reality no longer dwells in daydreams. Your question barges in. Disturbs my silent world. Your technicalities destroy my insight. You cut my notions apart. Poisoned my well of... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 16:06:48
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Aries... Self, self... act now in kindness. Impulsive decision maker. Plodding ahead without doubt. Kicking the sun and brutalizing the pavement with your foot falls. Tearing... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-09 16:18:57
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On the bus I am transported to work. The speed has been warped. A construction zone re-routes the bus. I gaze out the window and fill in the blanks. I mentally jot down notes as I... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-10 10:37:43
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When poison is spoken being poisoned is usually the reaction. We worked against each other. Is this a form of inherited judgement? Words spoken out of reaction. My tongue is generally not... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-10 10:40:06
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These months have passed. You have been absent all this time. My time eats away at itself. Coffee and cigarettes punctuate the tasks. Each task a sentence I would have told you. If... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-10 10:49:07
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In a far off place lived a little woman named Jane Buckanew. She always had ideas of what she wanted to do. Never was there a problem too perplexing for Jane. If Jane had no... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-10 10:52:29
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Happy to be what I am. But, the world goes in circles. Back, back to another repetition. And, grow, grow, I shall. That isn't tragic. I was so pleased with a moment and I was so happy.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-10 11:04:18
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Out in the boat I float along. The water is rapid and the wind is strong. I move along. Daytime was sun. This night is a storm. Daytime is a memory of my skin feeling warmed.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-10 11:11:01
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The keeper of secrets and the teller of tales both think of love. They are both met together. They are both the same person. Secrets are kept as to appear unfoolish in love. The... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-10 11:14:33
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I am walking down the street. Car sounds greet me. I am laughing about last night. Flight home. More drunk than I should have been. A ruckus at the bar. I wasn't allowed in. Friend... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-10 11:17:04
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Times are as they are and changing. But, the old day lingers in my mind. Feeling like tomorrow might never come. Some work not done. Undone by not doing. I remember the old days.... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-10 11:21:52
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There was no answer. She searched and searched for an answer. She spoke in tongues to achieve the answer. She searched the depths of her soul. No answer came. Her mood was not exceedingly... Read More
Posted by: lydiaworkman on 2008-03-10 11:38:37
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