Cries

Anabella who sold papers cries because her lover left my soul hurts my eyelids close her hand is dry i dive into her painful voice there is no bottom it is dark how many tears did she cry?

this hole in me

part of me is missing maybe you know where it is? every morning i wake up knowing it’s another day feeling lost that it is another day another day another night i go to bed knowing that my morning my next day will bring more of the same & i want to scream sometimes i…

Entropy of the Mind

They were born out of the fire. They were born out of the sky. When the trees had embraced the world in red flames, when the days were still cold, and when the heavy and impermeable blanket of night was so dark that it made them want to cry. The giants had fallen asleep between…

Guard Demons

All my old demons are scratching at the door, The loyal guard dogs I can’t seem to lose, They’re begging for treats ‘cause they’ve been so good, I can count on them to remember the same dark roads. There’s alcohol in my closet and on my tongue again, A half empty bottle hidden in one…

autumn day

i met you on an autumn day when Anabella was selling papers in the street you looked at me with fervid eyes and I knew then you’d never leave

Set Him Free

i lead him, hands intertwined, to the lake, tell him to drink, that he’ll be happy once more. but he won’t, self-hatred and self-destruction is as much an addiction, as pills washed down by dark liquor. addictions blur the already hazy lines, is this a craving or is this a need? will our hearts stop…

heartbreaking

you can make me cry you can break my heart what’s so special about that my heart breaks so easily it’s ridiculous you can make me cry so what anyone can you aren’t special   © quixotic mama 2018 see more of my art & writing over at quixotic mama the image is an original…