Darkness, Darkness, Darkness Drape nothing but black velvet before my eyes And hide me from the reality which I've seen before me. Creatures darker than the nights skies, With terrible glowing lenses through which they see. Ugly horrible things that prey upon the living, They tear the fleshy sinew clear from their bones. The blood … Continue reading Darkness, Darkness, Darkness
Where Shadows Cannot Reach (House of Heart) Without you I've become narrow. In your absence I've forgotten how to love and autumn is an ache beneath my ribs crumbling like my world the last time I saw you. I have captured your voice, reassembled it in my throat so as not to forget the … Continue reading Shadows and Reconciliation – Poetry Collab (Ft. Holly of House of Heart)
What love had built it had also destroyed Blocks fortified strong in mighty heart From whence lay not but an empty void And yet before true love could make its start Fate did separate myself and my sweetheart So down come those tumbling blocks we'd built Lying dismally dashed upon the ground apart Lost love … Continue reading Love As Fresh As A Morning Dew
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, which me, that I see, is the clearest of all? The best of me that I choose to see, or the ugly me, that I hate to be? The one who hides inside of me, or the man I share so proudly? Less and less as these days pass can … Continue reading Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall
A day like this will not be missed, until he lies next to his grave. Wishing for all the time that he'd tasted, yet in the midst of pain, laid waste to it. T'was a struggle like many others, under a blanket of self-doubt, he'd lay smothered. Second-guessing and re-contesting himself. Labeling himself as broken, … Continue reading -=He’s bro/ken=-
Lost again in the confines of the tall pines, The river rushing hurriedly shields me - from the murmurings of my own mind. The bounty of nature heals me, as I search for not, but what I might find. A cold wind brushes my back, and plays upon the straps - of my bright yellow … Continue reading Of Tree Tops and Flying Beasts
The window to my soul seems darker now. Its transparency is clouded by crimson blues. Like stained glass tempered to withstand hard blows, I can see my life only through this disillusionment. The darkness is thick except for these crimson rays. Lost, but I’m searching - from here, will I ever find my way? Cold … Continue reading The Crimson Window
I'm just a vagabond and a street scholar living a depleted life of squalor. I've made these streets my home, as I reflect upon this life with a fine-toothed comb. ~ Matters out of my control had put me here; I'd lost my mind for a moment and then that moment disappeared. Now, I know … Continue reading The Meek And The Destitute
Soldiers prayers are solemnly murmured, As their transport boats drift slowly further, Towards the shore and the hell incarnate, With Germans stoic and defiantly guarding, The beaches with bullets created for carving, The flesh from off these soldiers, barking. ~ Sprays of salt water wet one's face, As the cool air bluffs this tepid place, … Continue reading World War II: D-Day
A friend offered him a cookie, "You don't disown a handsome biscuit", he thought, "Why risk it?" Not a fat man with the body-hair of an unkempt Wookie. Told afterward that it was laced with pot, And that was more than he had sought. ~ It was time to make his way back home, So, … Continue reading The Hauntings of Mary-Jane Pt. II
Sullen eyes snap open to a broken world, Visions place me clearly now. What's made me, me, has all unfurled, Signs of pretense will not be allowed. ~ Did the world know the real me, Or just the image that they've seen? ~ Living for so long with the goal of fitting in, That I'd … Continue reading An Old Life Left Behind
Another sleepless night... Writhing in an emptiness, In a world so quiet, Except for the sounds of morning bird-calls. A heavy heart weighs me down. A mind plays itself on repeat. There's a consciousness - addicted to defeat. A sense of hopelessness which leaves me sinking. ~ I'd cry, if not for these dry eyes. … Continue reading Another Sleepless Night
Thump, thump, ~ Thump! ~ My heartbeat pounds, Against my chest. I make no sounds, I get no rest. It seems... I'm feeling kind of stressed. ~ My heart thuds, three more knocks, Too anxious to be cognitive, Except for that one paradox. ~ I run ~ I fall ~ I crawl ~ My feet … Continue reading Living With Anxiety
The walls are bleeding pretty patterns, As he floats upon a wistful cloud, Those thoughts, becoming scattered, His eyelids, Falling like a shroud. ~ Oh, no! ~ "Did I just smoke too much?", ~ He believed, his limits exceeded, Using this vegetable for a crutch. He has probably 60 minutes, Until he's sober enough to … Continue reading The Haunting’s of Mary-Jane
A ball of rock in motion Flying fast through empty space Mountains Deserts Oceans All occupy this place Spinning like a top While it's orbiting at pace ~ Down upon the sphere Reside creatures high and low In the deepness of the ocean Where they first began to grow But time had passed And life … Continue reading An Introduction To Planet Earth
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