Too Early to be Late, a poem about success

Too Early to be late It’s too early to get up but there’s so much to do. Can’t keep going like this but he Has to. All about the money and These nice things he has. Maybe he’ll try to lower His class. Tired of decisions about Everything from clothes to food. It’d be great if they’d tell him what To do. But that’s no … Continue reading Too Early to be Late, a poem about success

The Hidden Heart, a poem

The Hidden Heart And she rides the feather with her eyes, Escaping the ground in her mind, Fleeing the sound of her own voice, Repeating empty, boring lies. And she sighs as Veronica passes by, Her scent, her shape, her smile, Pretending friendship will satisfy, Aching with unrequited desires. And she locks the door to her room. Alone is better than consumed. This world is … Continue reading The Hidden Heart, a poem

The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir

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

Close Your Eyes, a poem, a moment, a note

Close Your Eyes If I thought my death might be a trigger To end some peace that you hold dear, Or that the world would stop spinning If I left you alone here, I might stay with you and forget The hollow feeling inside, But the waters unrelenting. The truth won’t be denied. I remember that day clearly, Every second ticking by, The realization in … Continue reading Close Your Eyes, a poem, a moment, a note

Letter of Webs, their unread poem

Letter of Webs There is a pain In Jules’ straw-strewn head, Like spiders spinning Neurons into webs. . They sat and weaved Words from dreams and fears. Saline bleeding Arterial tears. . They filled the letter With what was held back before. Used wit, poise and humor, To darkest secrets adorn. . Sins threaded like silk through Tiny needles pull knots. Thoughts spinning, screaming, Are … Continue reading Letter of Webs, their unread poem