From Skies to Concrete Walls

She embraced change as an unwilling participant, Nostalgia's enlightenment mingled with crimson breath, As florid blooms behind her eyes leaked, Cosmic insignificance trickling down her brainstem, She gasped, an inconsequence of time ever-flowing, Then slept in the arms of sweet nothing. ~0~0~0~ She embraced the change as a willing subject, Took medicine with practiced sips … Continue reading From Skies to Concrete Walls →

I’m Fine, Just Let me Go

I'm fine, please don't worry, really, It's just who I am, naturally, Sadness is a mask worn just so, This bitter scowl is just for show, It's nothing at all, it's silly,All things will pass eventually,I'm just tired if you need to know, So let it be, just let me go.

A Planned Obsolescence

Death is often cruel.Death has a way of stealing things precious,denying you a certain satisfaction. But Life is crueler.Life gives you hope, but never offers catharsis,crushing you under petty detractions. I am left to wonder the choice: Is it worse to be left alone,to have survived the perils of false adoration?Or be rejected by someone … Continue reading A Planned Obsolescence →

Queries Faded In Wood and Stone

The night settled in waves of blue, As lamps hummed into life renewed, I found I in the city park, With heavy heart and mind subdued. The street lamps cast the bench in dark, Turning from the luminous spark, "Am I condemned to be alone?", So uttered was my hushed remark. My query faded into … Continue reading Queries Faded In Wood and Stone →

In the Hollow of the Mind

A young child once prayed aloud, her troubles in a whisper, And was answered by spirits, very eager to help her. Despite all of her lose friends, and a loving family, She often felt most anxious, invisible and lonely. So the spirits aided her, in the only way they knew, They made a home of … Continue reading In the Hollow of the Mind →

Into the Wood

The deep woods beckoning me to wander, Draw me into the dark depths, to blindly blunder, Into the rippling, billowing shadow falling under, So I stare, enthralled and rapt with misty wonder, The silence singing in my ears, a deafening thunder, When sudden claws tears my rapture asunder, Catching hold of my thoughts in horror, … Continue reading Into the Wood →

Poet, Transmuted

One day I believe I’ll melt away, Deeply asleep, Simply fall unto myself, a heap of reeking dreams, And become something so terrible, beautifully, Because my bleeding heart yet seeps eager poetry, A font of misery in deserts of apathy, So travelers can drink Deep of me and grow weary, Drowning in the reverie of … Continue reading Poet, Transmuted →

Screaming into the Abyss

Screaming into the abyss churning below the edge of certainty, The voice dissolves into the insurmountable void, and so Coalesces into that petrified sea of ink, which leaves Oily stains, dark on my consciousness, likened to A maw of ever-swallowing nothingness, until the Whimpers bubble from a font of pitch, which I recognize, as my … Continue reading Screaming into the Abyss →

In the Temple of my Gods

There are times when I step away, from the fleeting march of this life, and fall into the woods of the Deep, a country of clinging fog. Beyond that step is a temple, a labyrinth, a library, the hollow within the eye of a crestfallen artist. The walls are made from the thing of dreams, … Continue reading In the Temple of my Gods →

Deepest Sleep

I confess to finding odd comfort in that special type of sleep, Where restless minds suddenly wake as the body slips away, With limbs slack like a puppet's strings cut, abandoned, And for a moment you accept that you're dead, But no, you breathe, shallow and broken, And no, you realize, in fits and starts, … Continue reading Deepest Sleep →