The words can’t escape my lips I can’t express the single horrible enormity of it I have no knowledge of misfortune only words voiced by haunted souls like the sickening caress twisting a manipulation of dependency Paralyzed I stand by…
Category: Poetry
I am revived I thought I had been inspired But that was nothing compared to this My soul is on fire The flames fed through indecipherable means I’ve never asked why I was given this gift Never had to search…
Edited: Make not your dreams the hidden ways instead show me the path your dreams would take dark eyes the doors to your cryptic mind dark words the barrier to their lies it isn’t enough to merely live to bring…
here, it is a mist an overpowering gray blanket now a drizzle now a flood uncountable numbers just falling falling down to the tips of my toes where they gather in muddy puddles with ripples running away from my feet…
written May 23, 2003 Not flying so high that my eyes remain dry Not that I’m running down your sanity It’s my fantasy My fallacy Silky smooth, I’ve fallen for you Not empty adoration, simply a realization That I thought…
Maybe they just got food poisoning? I think dreams really can be lifesavers. Cleaning the basement can bring out some interesting things. I found old sketches, poetry, awards, and books that I didn’t even know I had.
A poem escaped me today it just up and ran away developed feet and found my ears used the holes to disappear it wasn’t very good, I’m told and although the loss is growing old I still think, and mourn…
What many people consider art, I want to rip apart and burn, simply because it has no pleasing value. But to them, it may be pure joy. So destruction seems a bit overkill. Instead I ignore it, choose what I…