Consumed

Choked by the smoke entering in my throat this soul I do suppose when hurt examines close. Move on I must stepping, all the while not forgetting, to decline to the fretting I find myself in some settings. When my heart is fraught, consumed in doubt I’m caught, by vapor born brooding spots that blind…

Lest I Drown

I never said to you no. That I felt it and let it go. Things you wouldn’t know inside me tend to grow. If archers strike correctly, if I tend speak indirectly. Ask would I come respectfully where we arrive ineffectually. Construct we can a bond let not my arms beyond where they grasp so…

C.M. : The Last Time Our Eyes Met

I wasn’t wanting to say things to taint the moment. The mood was calm and I froze with a look stolen. The appreciation of words that rarely I ever do hear, rolled so effortlessly down your lips and found my ear. I never have known a calm that consumed me as you did extending out…

Resurrecting Vision

I heard what you said now it moves my head birthing ides I do dread. My heart is empty fed. Once you did hypnotize back when I was surprised by your wit you supplied in times when others lie. My enchantments blinded the fact you are divided, of which you had decided, at the very…

Doubt Doesn’t Heal

I’ve learned those feelings. Yes, the one’s life has shown. Now I keep searching for the ones I should condone. I am afraid because the doubt it does burn. But I ask myself how with doubt I could learn? I feel doubt rise from beneath once again. It is as if a breeze striking upon…

Down The Yellow Brick Road

I’ll walk down the yellow brick road. Hoping liberation, or so I am told. Fraught with peril the journey does go. All with what I do or don’t know. Along the way the tin man does clamor. The scarecrow doubts the lion avoids danger. What is within with what I have found is all three…