A Heartless Thought

My mind holds on to whispers in the dark. I heard them so long ago. Now they pull me apart. Torture is a corner, one I’ve never turned. My mind holds on but my heart screams how absurd. You need them says my mind. Speaking in a foreign tongue. The language is past tense while…

That Calamitous Serenity

Something’s happened let the sun shine in, I saw a desert rose and I feel that feeling again. That place where silence seems softer. Where rain gives life and lightening has no light to offer. Sweet calamity seems sensible where one can dream. Of flowers in the desert fed rain from a steady stream. A…

The 10th Floor: Where I Grew Up

Right to the right place that’s where I will go. From the beginning to now I knew what I know. That place was a prison as you know too well. Yes, a long time to heal and look back at that jail. I lost myself there and what I know is there’s a place I…

Not Made To Be Alone (Love Changes Completely)

From some place within me buried beneath sadness and pain, is a coffin that calls me friend. Its from the past; called by many names. Fear and uncertainty are common residents. There is anger that resides there as well. Such things grasp at me from within. The coffin is a desolate place where I fell….

The Thunder From Within

Here I am now thinking of her yes she’s on my mind. No I haven’t been drinking just keeping sane in my time.  — My place so bold am I because I simply beg to try, to keep my faculties about me because without her I could cry. — I can’t stop it now I’m…

A Hand Reaches Back, The Blindness Of Pride

Sometimes my wisdom must pull my pride back to reality and it asks me… Have you walked where I’ve walked? Have you tread where I have tread? Have you seen what I have seen? Have you bled what I have bled? Dragging feet through the thick snow, traversing the peaks of the highest cliff, staring…

All Wings Tear

Quite a nice place it seems where whispers beg us to dream. Different are the sentiments the broken sing as they fly upon tired and fractured wings. Their grasp of sober judgement went where the last vice was spent. So must be the torment of a broken soul’s lament. So the tattered look to the…

The Echo That Brought Me Sight

In the beginning it began as an echo her sharp wit filled the halls within me, even when she said not a single word It spoke volumes, changing me completely. The gate of her stride was quaint I remember how she glided upon the floor. I can see it as if it were yesterday now…

Blame Bloodies The Feet

Blame is like revolving moving only to go nowhere, There I found a low place by shattering vessels I threw there. There I learned nothing my anger is like glass on the floor, I removed my shoes of discernment so now my pain is so much more. I threw down what I fancied that which…