feels like home

i gaze
out my bedroom window
at midnight
and like seeing mostly black
the smell of the air
crisp and clean
takes me back
crickets sing
to the soft din of the highway
like the stone
upon stone
of the driveway
my bed
comfort
23 years in the making
i curl up
with my puppy
at my heel
breath deep
and smile

© 2007 by Danielle Romanick

highway robbery

every piece
of highway robbery
information
is spoken in our insolence
screamed in our silence

© 2007 by Danielle Romanick

heartbreak parade lyrics

there’ll be less cheers
a somber crowd
no smiling children
yelling loud
leagues and leagues
of brokenhearted
silently mourning
their long departed

and with my crown, I’ll be the queen
in this grand charade
with my crown, I’m the queen
of this heartbreak parade

she will know the mummers strut
he can be the clown
she’ll throw beads to the crowd
and he will wear the frown
everyone will all be there
and I will wear the crown

and with my crown, I’ll be the queen
in this grand charade
with my crown, I’m the queen
of this heartbreak parade

the march will hurry on
the band will keep on playing
come rain, dusk or dawn
their songs of whine and waning
the broken hearts will bond
over tales of sadden woe
the march will amble on
heads hung shoulder low

and with my crown I’ll lead them all
in this cascade
and with my crown I’ll watch more fall
in line with this heartbreak parade


© 2007 by Danielle Romanick

blue of morning

here I sit
in the blue of morning
recalling how perfect
it all seemed

i chase the thoughts back
into the dark dusty corners of my mind
where they belong
angry
that they woke me
with their persistent insignificance

here I sit
in the monotony of a midday
remembering
riding on the bus

my head on your shoulder
feeling young and in love
in my life of feeling old
angry
at my life
for making me feel old again

here I sit
in the chaos of Saturday night
remembering how full
i used to feel

worth
satisfied
i pretend
that I don’t feel like sinking
angry
at my heart
for remembering

and here I sit
in the blue of morning


© 2007 by Danielle Romanick

something in loosing

there’s a whole in her heart
its shaped like him
something about loosing
makes the sun less bright
makes the world less beautiful
makes sleep less common
she’ll wake
greeting her fridge
at 4 in the morning
knowing the void
is something
food can’t fill

there’s something in loosing
makes standards drop
makes 9s into 7s
makes companionship a necessity
to get through the night
she’ll smile
greeting a 6
knowing the void
is something
a boy can’t fill

and there’s something in loosing
that she gives up
makes faith a joke
makes her sigh
and sit
and wait
cause she knows
she’ll love again
she knows
she’ll be alright
it just takes time
to feel alive

knowing the void
is something



© 2007 by Danielle Romanick