‘Tis the Season

I am not myself. I am a flawed mannequin of motions, emotionless. Or cocooned in numbness. A sticky web of …

Sea Ripened Sin

I fell into you as recklessly as the sun drops into the sea. I broke into fragments, fractured rays tossed …

Clichė

Fish Bowl

From the outside looking in You cannot see my soul Shaded with bloated veins of  Unspeakable sins  You cannot hear …

City of My Ruin

I float among the ancient relics of my emotions. Sand castles of despair, with turrets of devout devotion to souls …

Bar Fly

Darkness with strobes of headlights Drunken laughter sends chills Fading voices invite childish tears Silent sing song rhymes resonate Fear …

Farewell to Fantasy

I am weakened by the wait. A wanton wish for you to write. To wrap my hope with words you …

Silent Noise

I am not one to live my life in fear – of anyone, anything – even the unknown.  It is …

Impoverished minds

Pale eyes, faded dreams Torn denim, leathery pleas Cardboard fortunes, penniless wishes Disgusted smiles, feigned kindness The stench we refuse …

Saffron

The saffron pallor of humid doubt clings to the tendrils of our words, a death destined in the glare of …