Lone behind a smile’s wall, Crying out a voiceless call, Away from me! No! Stay…
It’s quiet here
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.
Mind Control
Beware the path of instant dread, That easy stream inside your head. Red herrings swoop and plague your brain, "What could be? Is it me? Conclusions falling cold as rain. . Infant thoughts so soft and small, While waiting longer for a call. Clawing, scratching, desperate plea. "What to do? Not a clue!" Don't follow... Continue Reading →
The Broken Are The Kind
The broken are the kind Who feel the pain in life They try to pull your strife Inside they feel the knife The broken are the wise Who wear a smart disguise They make your spirit rise Inside they shrink in size The broken are the warm Who feel the constant storm They hold you... Continue Reading →
Flashing Back
I feel these moments take us back To remind us what our hearts now lack. When we see familiar sights, Somehow we feel the loss of light. Flashing back to happy days My heart is stabbed as mind relays What meanings were, and now, are seen As nothing like they used to be. Drifting clouds kissed... Continue Reading →
He Makes Us Laugh !
The clown’s mask drips down his cheeks, but he has no face paint on. Sitting under a lamp in the corner of a lonely street his mind wanders. The waters rise from his heart to his head, making it impossible to get up and walk home. This man, this, ‘clown’, spends his time exchanging laughter... Continue Reading →
Only Your Happiness
I wish for you the happiness, That I will never have, For me, my love, I'm left alone. Cold and in the black. The shadows cover everything, That you once saw as me. The shadows cover everything, And I can barely see. One day we’ll meet by accident, You’ll call me an old friend. I’ll... Continue Reading →
The Honest Poet Bleeds The Most
I can not wake, I can not sleep. This heart is heavy, I am weak. My eyes don’t see, They only weep. My love is gone, And hope I seek. What is this path you’ve given me? Where brothers die and lovers flee? The me inside has but one key, And now I’m locked in misery. I... Continue Reading →
Guest
My guest keeps saying the same thing, but I can’t here it’s voice. It whispers, “Remember.” My uninvited guest is the byproduct my life circumstances that I, clearly, couldn’t handle the way my brain wanted me to.
Invisible Pain
Invisible pain is rarely invisible. It comes in the form of slammed doors, raised voices or the sounds of a speeding engine traveling far away. The thought may surface that making logic of emotional hurt is what does the most damage. For if we had no mind, we wouldn’t mind. It’s the process of attempting to... Continue Reading →
The Vile Mint 