Friendly neighbor, Lush lips loose. Secrets of lovers, Threats of truth. Press me facedown, Nearly dead. Withhold my life with Garrote thread. Give me freedom From our woes. Leave me chilling, Still, alone. Continue reading Still, Alone, a poem of the dead
The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir, Blamed me for the curse upon its head. Never will I forget the terror and Wreckage left ‘neath its pounding tread. I fled into the mountain’s mystery, Curtained beneath the broken stone. But it found me shaking in shadow, Revealed by the serpent’s clone. Howled, did I, and screeched, did it, As it trapped me beneath its towering form. … Continue reading The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir
I love to move, with the air floating ‘round me like time. I love to dance, in the water, in the raspberry sky. I love to fly, in the motion of a storm’s tidal peaks. I love to live, in the dreams where I’m more than I think. Continue reading Move
I wrote this one a couple years ago. Anyone relate? Boredom, Trapped Watching crime and Listening to stories, NCIS and Autobiographies, Self-help podcasts And anime toons, Wish there was something More fun to do. Been safe inside for nigh on a year. My god, I’ve got to Get out of here. Continue reading Boredom, Trapped, a relatable poem
Find me in the sandstorm, my love, Eyes scratched out and blind. I am waiting here for you To come to your senses in time. We were meant to be together, Even my psychic agrees. My beautiful lover, I know, You will come someday to me. Remember the time we spoke Of dreams we each held fast? And you told me that you hated How … Continue reading Blind, a poem of obsession
She doesn’t know what she wants to be named, only that the tea-stained name she’s heard over decades of being talked at doesn’t fit. She’s a survivor but her feelings get purple sometimes. She sees in color what others only hear. Words are rainbow realities. And she’s confused for a moment when In a casual conversation They say “now you understand” Because she understood before. … Continue reading In Color, a poem of the atypical
When I forgive you, The sky will bleed gold And the ocean, Gilded by those tears, Will harden to stone, Creating a façade of Perfect calm, glinting in memory Of a blinding sun. Continue reading Forgive, a poem for those who won’t
Hello my demon friends and foes. I’ve come to offer you this rose. Salty iron, red with love, Dripping beauty, tears, and blood. Death is dreaming, soon to waken. Life is barren and forsaken. Plead with me for scales unweighted. No judge blinded, decided, jaded. Within the world of whispers quiet, Without the verbal pulpit pilots, Where only pride is price to paupers, Patience cannot … Continue reading The Judge, a poem for the forsaken
Fall in softness, Asleep to dream, Floating on a cloud Of kind release. The day is done, You’ve earned your peace. Rest your soul From stress and grief. When you rise From happy dreams You’ll find you are The one redeemed. The vibrant world Will grow and smile In gentle rhythms Of the endless trial. Continue reading Rise in Dreams, a poem of rest
I cannot play with you Today. I cannot take the time Today. But if you love me, take me Today. Save me from my duty Today. Remind me to live, to play Today. Or I might not care if I see Tomorrow. Continue reading Play with Me
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