Craving escaping from moments of waiting! Waiting and wondering and pondering still. The waiting remains in silence and hating, A waiting against my will.
Near and Alone
Suspended
Flooded floors, The waters rise. Empty halls, A sinking sky. There is no part of me that's free, Stuck within the misery. The pressure holds the doors in place, Can't break free -- can't escape. Breathing heavy tears of woe, With no control within my soul, Suspended in the flooded room. With all my hope... Continue Reading →
Waiting
Craving escaping from moments of waiting! Waiting and wondering and pondering still. The waiting remains in silence and hating, A waiting against my will.
Strings Rewrite
The sweetest strings draw him under,His life becomes a distant thunder. Naively down he goes.Seduced by notes within the sea,A hope to end the misery. A place where sun and sky can’t see.A sorrow deep where love can’t be,Empty in himself.To the bottom of his soul he drops,Where time is lost, but never stops. He hears... Continue Reading →
Tea
I find great pleasure In a tea It's warm and sweet and Good to me. . I watch steam rising In the cold. A warmly warmth that Warms my soul. . I hold the tea cup In my hands, Like it's a tiny bird from Fairy land. . Mystical beverage of Beautiful taste. Like a... Continue Reading →
The Beach – Rewrite
Ash floats through misty sea breeze, Above infinite sand of memory. A mother watching her boy run free, With water cold beneath her feet. . A revery passage to the other side, A moment’s mortality magnified. They build a castle by ocean spray, Worth more in time when washed away. . The boy, now a... Continue Reading →
The Sinking Heart – rewrite
It searches nights to find its rest, Will one welcome poorest guest? She dreams she's cradled by her love, A love that's but a dream. . Incessantly beating young and free, Romantically feeding reverie. Time wore her out beyond repair, Leaving a hanging heart, naked and bare. . The heart that searches for a soul,... Continue Reading →
It’s quiet here
Lone behind a smile’s wall, Crying out a voiceless call, Away from me! No! Stay…
Underneath The Waves: Chapter 1
Naked branches twisted and clawed at the faded weather worn window. Violent winds pushed against the old house, filling every crack and every imperceptible opening. The voice of autumn whispered through the walls. Small stones, shattered leaves and dust lifted from the earth and pelted the house like a dry hale storm.
Bookshelf
The books on my shelf are my tattoos. The covers are comforts and windows to my mind. They are a display of my thoughts. Thoughts that run rampant in a dizzying spiral suddenly have points in space and time. My thoughts have buckets in these books. My questions have answers and the answers create more... Continue Reading →
The Vile Mint 