Prison Cell Paranoia (part 2)

Some bolt of madness comes from a demonic source, and I’m swirling and swirling in inner chaos. ‘He wrote this because he hates my writing.’ ‘Did she call me a narcissist using subtle, vague imagery?’ ‘Does she want me to suffer because she’s never forgiven me?’ and then this amicable, passionate man is possessed by…

no poetry

i am not a poet these are not poems it is just that i have spilled my angst all over the page vomited my emotions with pen & brush let loose my haunted demons my most lovely beasties they wrap & wind & let me know i am never alone not so long as i…

People

When we write, we write with the hardest hearts, singed raw with pride, but when we grieve, those hearts soften, and words become tears cascading down rough contours and jagged edges. What’s written isn’t felt when hands mechanically type, but when it’s felt, despair cloaks us, and we wish for idyllic unknowns and peaceful reveries….

Dear Melissa

When you read this, I won’t know if you’ll be shocked or just subdued. I won’t know if you’ll think I took the coward’s way out or had the courage to do something most people only dream or talk about. Life is filled with tragic curves and barely guarded hairpin bends and there’s only so…

Before Flight

Can you promise that if our love were proverbial feathers weighed on a gently tipping balance mine would not sink? You are a bird poised just before flight, claws crooked sunk skin deep in me but molting, eyes fixed on the brink and I— I want to swallow the clouds, bittersweet and dusky ashen, wrench…

tell tale wonders

Tell me how it feels, To hold my heart in your hands, And be so carefree and reckless, Because I wish I didn’t care, wish it didn’t affect me so boldly, But every time I find myself clinging to the words you let linger, Clutching my heart as though it were struck a thousand times,…

Time Well Spent

There’s so much that makes me cry, but there’s also so much that makes me laugh. We are bodies of wonder that have the power to hold so much goodness and light. Oftentimes though, we get sidetracked by life and the several obstacles it hurls our way. But when you think about how they come…