Diving In Rip-Tides

When I look at you I can begin to loose my grip on exactly what to do. I tell myself I am brave but I am not. Especially when you bring feelings forgot. Your sustained gaze is making me go ways I’m not used to seeing anymore these days. Ferocity it does suit your mannerly…

The Power We Weild

Tender is forlorn in a world of fire. This world’s chaos consumes all in ire. Softness is said to be a sign that’s weak. Yet moments of bliss in our minds we keep. Alleys that are found in cities of grandeur can sullen ones awe and beckon slander. The world is ablaze with hate that…

Remedy

Exercise some sympathy. I am a runaway ricochet that runs every direction in confusion and disarray. I dream during the day my want is you here and near. You seep in my subconscious and alleviate all sudden fear. A dreamer I’m enlightened by your gentle and kind words that suddenly I slip away to comfort…

Psychosomatic Antics

Can you not see me now? Am I not one who bleeds? Psychosomatic antics I find myself on my knees. Here I find ink left behind left for prying eyes that I would like to project effects of this life which I call mine. I am pounding on paper ripping at filament thin organizing the…

A Taut Trip

The grey cloud that hangs over my head it took a turn down; planted me in my bed. I lie awake looking, lofty laughter rise above this microcosm madness defines what is my love. The chaos twisting tight and taut is string. I am ill solely fraught; ill-begotten ides sing. To the expanse and back…

Sudden Symphonies

What is it about her that draws me near now? By chance her trance found me clear and loud. It has been a long time since we became familiar. There is a part of me that yells at me, “Do you feel her?” Can you not see now that everyday mundane things have a patina…

An Honest Note

I’m a friend of the dark where in night I embark. All that is left now is part of a dark macabre heart. I’ll travel twisting roads even if danger I suppose does travel as I now go from the shadow exposed. I enjoy the same things I manage to make scenes in my mind…

What No Rhyme Defines

I am walking one foot in front of the other. My left foot is happy that it has another. I walk the line fine I’m luckier than most to appear sane when I’m haunted by your ghost. I’m always happy when it rains washing streets. I just lock myself inside pull over my head sheets….

Make Me Absolution

I could wallow and revel on a level take the handle. In my eyes light candles, strike a fell artistic anvil. Make me ways not done before make me absolution to rest upon my tired soul and take away my confusion. Forged not complete I go somewhere only you know. Illustrate peace for me grow…

My Feet My Arms

I am drawn poorly so sorely I move on upon the ground I move already gone. My God he is mute now before my eyes are wicked creatures and secrets of lies. Shall I examine here in this brief candle lit by an absent being; this life I can’t handle. I a vision of grace…