Louise McVicar Poems
|5.||I Used To Be Nicer, I Think||11/13/2005|
|6.||My Good Angel||12/9/2005|
|7.||Icadescent Lovelly Tomorrow||11/19/2005|
|8.||A Malady Of Lukes||12/7/2005|
|9.||My Angel Is Leaving||12/9/2005|
|12.||Ode To A Plastic Oddiment||1/7/2006|
|14.||My Thoughts Think Ill Of My Heart||4/10/2006|
|15.||Perhaps My Good Angel Loves Me||5/21/2006|
|16.||I Think I Let The Light Get Out||7/13/2006|
|17.||Known Trees In Unknown Forest||5/14/2007|
|20.||Friend So Far Away, I'Ve Never Even Met You||4/10/2006|
|22.||Living Clean Again||11/13/2005|
|23.||My Life Is Complete||5/21/2006|
Comments about Louise McVicar
My Life Is Complete
I'm sure that there should be some kind of rule against
the kind happiness I feel today.
The kind of lazy happiness that makes you feel as
if you were basking in a pool of cherry blossoms.
To have that security of knowing that you are loved and cared for.
To have the kind of soul searching knowledge that lets you know that there is a God and you will never be alone.
To feel the suns warmth and know that everything is well in your world.
Happiness against the circumstances - happiness in the circumstances.
Cherry blossoms blooming bright in cheerful rays of ...
This classroom is a torture chamber
I am unable to escape.
It's so cold outside but inside's a feeling I can't take.
I can't sit still, I cannot draw
I cannot write, not any more.
Boredom. It consumes.
Frustration just like fumes, I inhale them.