#writing #poem
Tag: Pain
sleep paralysis
demons snicker in the light & curse in the dark; they've never cared for those they share beds with always so loud not one to let their partner rest
reflection
on the water i'm the tallest eight feet above land twelve feet under
returned prison
i can hear you yet i can't see you cheer you on from a distance but i can't see you the boxed prison: passed down and down the one you've seen in books long ago didn't believe it existed yet here it is; still around i know you are there and i see you
entitlement blvd
the world is burning the world is burning they still couldn't snuff it the second time or the fifth they never learn that we want to walk the same street as everyone else
oblivion
message read where have you gone not the same as you were where did the old you go. i am right here. detox is a process rid of poison that snuck up on me veins purple singing turtle got stuck in oblivion; so i've been climbing, found a motive worth this trail the top has… Continue reading oblivion
silent auction
i do not remember the last thing she said as she walked out with crumbled panties and a ripped ticket stub
Leon
a crewmate on our last days - "be less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you, our lives on Leon; this boat will change you so you can survie, we live on our captains words: where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of! we sailed on Leon for days without… Continue reading Leon
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
surrounding fear
hear the voices climbing in through the door under the pile of books only you know where that door is; you love to take control drive around the block a few times be spiteful as you give the keys back & back out the trap door, i worry the day you never turn the controls… Continue reading surrounding fear
Saint's Muse 