Once Beloved

I lie awake, yet unable to move,Pinned down by your cold embrace.Between your cooing encouragements,I choke on my atrophied memories,Unable to recall the fragmented thoughts,Of every kiss you laid upon my chest,Burning holes down to my soul,Like so many cigarette burns,But I need that,I want that so much,That even as you tear me apart,Flesh, thoughts, … Continue reading Once Beloved →

Conversations Online

I struggle to understand people, that’s not poetry, it’s a simple fact, My actions are built upon a framework, steps to accomplish a given task, I’m not a robot, I’m just focused, But when others act without purpose, I confess to feeling robotic and my understanding less than earnest. For example, I have an old … Continue reading Conversations Online →

Pax Leucotomy

I think that I will go mad,This, my conclusion,So that I can stop thinking.And the kind doctor,Will relieve from me pressure,The weight of living,(And worse, remembering life)By simply saying:"Poor thing, take your medicine,"And though I'll complain,What relief shall flow through me,To know that my faults,Are not really mine to bear.So I shall smile then,Just before … Continue reading Pax Leucotomy →

Immortal Lessons

There is a hermit atop the mountain,Who is said to have attained Truth,And is willing to share their findings,To those who struggle to follow them,But when I scrambled to the summit,Bloody, winded, and utterly spent,Their corpse greeted me with a smile,And whispered only silence.

The Cave Wall

She placed her heart in the granite wall, For it became too heavy to bear, And she walked away, light as a feather. He looked to fill the hole in his soul, With something that did not evaporate, As vapors clinging on summer dew. So the two passed themselves, Unburdened, untethered, Strange shadows cast on … Continue reading The Cave Wall →

O my bloodless heart

O my bloodless heart,Nailed to the mirror,How did you fare,Exposing your self so,Shattered at a glance,Bled dry over time?I'll remove the nail,But the hole remains,And though you're whole,By the mirror's judgment,I'll still be broken. Prompt: from the kind writers over at the pub, dVerse, “Heart” as part of their Quadrille Series #134.

Dear Friend

She hiked up the mountain path,With the intent of leaving behind a note,But upon reaching the cliffside,Decided against it,And sent me a picture instead.

Lovely Double Suicide

Fever dreams remind me that I'm a child,That behind layers of memories,Worn to conceal futures defiled,You remain a part of me,My muse, my lover, my hateful self. Why do you still smile in my nightmares,With lips wet with blood and tears,While I wither beneath your stares,Do you hate me so much,That being carried in my … Continue reading Lovely Double Suicide →

By Myself

I'm going to tear myself in two,So that I can be with you,While also being by myself.Surely, there's nothing wrong to do,Since I'll be me and me, you'll be you,I'll be happy by myself.So when it happens that we're through,You can crumple me up and toss me, too,I'll be here, by myself.

In my youth, I was drowned

In my youth, I was drowned,Falling,Peacefully,Into the blessed black,Of the deep sea beneath,Until her hands found mine,And forced air into my lungs once more. So, of course, I loved her.She had saved me, after all,She cared for me,And told me she loved me,Her hands always holding mine,As though afraid to let me go. But then,She … Continue reading In my youth, I was drowned →