poem

  • A Midnight Wish

    Mystery murmurs Low and resonant – Its strange cadence Plucks into the stillness Like a poltergeist;Presence betrayed By shuddering walls And their heaving sighs As though burdened By tales they’d eagerly share If only they could talk But those stories remain Teasing whispers Behind wooden beams Where she wishes She could stuff her doubts For only a moment Of unbruised peace and quiet  Continue reading

  • A Quiet Comfort

    Like watching breath in motion The calligrapher inks the beginnings of a quiet soul Upon fine parchment; A soft inhale suspends itself Following his careful pause Then pools out – measured and slow As each brushstroke contours and connects to a heart of emotions that become tangible Real A lifeline immortalized For all the things Left unsaid; For the anxious thoughts Pressed between quivering lips Offering comfort To the ones Trapped within the tangles of… Continue reading

  • Without End

    Calendar pages flutter through the wind Another year twists its limbs In a dance that is quickly forgotten As it grows more distant  A glimmering speck Unseen At the threshold of time That continues in its unbroken way— Solemn and impartial— While some will its hands To reset to their desires; Resolutions gathered In an abundance of wishes and prayers Between hands, lips and hearts Eager to carve boundless… Continue reading

  • The Curious You

    You seemed a creation  of waves and sand; The way your skin glittered in opalescent winks Under the aureate sun  You spoke the language of the sea’s deep groanings That only seagulls could pacify Seashells hugged your neck Like the finest pearls And your moss-green eyes held a mysterious depth that rivalled the ocean’s; Pools I could drown in without fear of an unknown Leviathan crushing my body in its… Continue reading

  • The Grim Reaper

    The crows have gathered Wreathing across the grey sky Swollen with grief  Before descending the crooked limbs  Of an old oak; Bending their heads In solemn piety  For the grim reaper Approaching with the shadows; Unseen to the natural eye Hooded cloak draping Grass blades tipped in crimson Bearing memory Of the place where she… Continue reading

  • Tortured Ritual

    Prepubescent inklings — Words still too rubbery And uncertain Clumsily pressed together Like a rushed project Past its final deadline; Filled with superfluities  And a noticeable panic Hedging each line; Almost every page  Reveals the same  Nervous writing Baring the frustrations Of a tired mind Helplessly fettered To a tortured ritual Continue reading

  • Messages Left Behind

    AffectionsWritten in bloodOr are these afflictions?It’s becoming hardTo tell the difference;To understand these emotionsBathed in scarletWishes kept secretInscribedIn the stoic, unbroken linesProbed by searching fingersDesperateTo understandThe cryptic messagesLeft behindBy a weary heart Photo credit; Avogado6 Continue reading

  • When Love Comes

    When love comesIt isn’t with the arrivalOf skittish butterfliesTeeming in effervescent flight;But more than thatIt rests, sublimeIn the lingering, intense heatOf an intricate intaglioBranded upon your heartThat you never truly realizedWas there all along… Continue reading

  • Daydream Drooling

    An idyll flowersFrom the bud of a daydreamWhere oblivion awaitsBeyond the obsidian trenchesOf a deep lethargyFlushing out the fluorescent streamsOf office lights;Shrinking the hectic clatterOf trilling phones and clamoring voicesTo diminutive drips of soundLost in the rippling spreadOf a purple pastel escapeSlipping through the seamsOf imaginationTo collect in a poolTrickling from her open mouthAt her… Continue reading

  • Total Paranoia

    Their eyes follow her;Parasites stuck to her backBoring beneath the dermisTo burrow themselvesWithin the gel-soft nucleusHolding together the photonsCentering her worldWhich spin and jerk;Helter-skelter off its axisEven after she’s long fled their sight Those eyesBulge from the shadowsBlinking from the wallsWith wispy lashes that droopOver their soulless yet intent gaze;So much scarierThan the disembodied voicesThat… Continue reading

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