Things are breaking Things are changing I am becoming undone By the lies behind your smile My heart is empty My mind is numb Breaking to the sight of empty words By the lies behind your smile If I could tell you How my breath hitches in my lungs How it gets caught in my…
Category: Poetry
Greenhouse of Sentiment
She looks in among the rubble and crumbling rooftops Scanning far and wide Laying her soul down in soil Open to the possibility of another Her roots have began to wither away No water to help her grow She is restless Seeking a new place to call home This greenhouse of sentiment Has become her…
He Smelled Like Forever
( A repost of my favorite love poem. Happy Valentine’s Day!) He smelled like forever As if forever could be measured by time He smelled like an eternity Of sunshine Beautiful rain as it would seem A subtle combination of uneasiness That was his scent He carried it like an old picture Battered around the…
A Lover’s Concern
I have begun to wonder That if by now you have fallen in love with my imperfections And if so Would it be okay it there were also bruises
Pareidolia
Today, I saw faces on the walls Long noses and piercing eyes. I cried along with the tears of another. There were no sounds to call my own Like a silent movie without a plot They moved like people. Fickle and foul beings fumbling through life These silent stares bore holes into my soul. Blank…
She Fell
She shook For lack of emotion Had ejected her into reality Tumbling Falling from grace The doubt grew Flying with wings of uncertainty Never knowing what her purpose was For the fear of falling She would fall Mercilessly For the wrong person On two occasions Once in her prime And another when the world had…
“A King Without a Crown”
Streams of consciousness roll down my back Drifting by my illogical fallacies Undeterred by the obstacles in its path A conscious mind makes a move Changing the pattern of the game Fierce winds rule my soul Beating heart take hold I tremble in the face of the storm For the rain bares my mind to…
Used Thoughts Of The Silence
I used to dream in tongues In languages left unspoken Fear of knowing Fear of being the one Twisted in the moment of falling behind Running in the wrong direction Being lost to time Finding a place to call your own Then losing the key Fearful memories Alone at last Drunken nights I forget my…
Fragile Pieces
I have taken a liken to my hands, to the way you left them. Mangled bruises but only on the surface. Beneath you left me with tactile changes of my character. I trace these lines to their source And find they run much deeper than this feigning of disingenuous compromises Bent over the wrong way…
It is not yet Spring
Fragile cases of disillusioned men come tumbling down the street. Seeking justice on a promise of lips No one heard a thing they said Distant passersby scoff at the disruption to their walk It is not yet spring Loud voices clash On mountains of ill-forgotten deeds of kindness Silver clatters to the floor Making its…
