i shouldn't but i am, everyone and everything screams no you're wasting your breath time on this earth just can't hear them the mute button is stuck the day is locked the screen is set these day dreams have walked before just not today
Category: Poetry
haunted love
where did you go; the days creek by following whispers of ghost sheer cold keeps me still- yield. they'll follow me- they'll follow me 'till i become them until that day, i'd like to spend them with you, the last swish of quill before the creeks settle in tomorrow night i'll be back with the… Continue reading haunted love
flooded mem
i see it i see us over and over in my head like a movie still caught on fire, frame rate below thirty i remember a lot memories flow throughout the day like a runaway dam i see it and numb to the feeling
three second slideshow
you're supposed to grow up see constant change like watching your nephew grow up have a photo album flipping pages of a ever thinning book the slideshow of growth
shot in the dark
sharing everything i have ever wanted, not a long list, on a posted note hidden in my favorite book. i remember those cold eyes, the ones that couldn't understand the ones that could never understand, it's why they are hidden- it's a shot in the dark but it is mine carved this hole in the… Continue reading shot in the dark
crisp lightning bolt
breathing in smoke out you caught all of it it's not regret fleeing the scene just a chance leaving a piece of me gretel will find me tired of losin' my brothers grimm night a laugh : a smite only pieces on a board till they all get bored struck the final chord will meet… Continue reading crisp lightning bolt
between 3rd and 24th
can never blame or feel anger just another step, just would rather walk the other direction
living at home
i don't remember the last time i took a breath of fresh air
on the road
it has been awhile hey, can i join you what are you drinking i know it's been awhile can i top you off never wrote us off just wondered after those years apart where we could have been; i see it in my dreams it's usually my fault maybe we could get dinner i would… Continue reading on the road
closed casket:
i crave the peace trapped in a box of screaming wildebeest stomping around singing it's a small world after all, this is what they'll see on my final days death by Lion King, they'll laugh at that joke on their final meetup doing what it was intended, never want them to see the madness just… Continue reading closed casket:
Saint's Muse 