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…

To Hunt A Fox

A fox rests on the shoulder of a mountain Taking in the rays of the sun It raises its head Foot steps draw near On the edge of the forest Creeping along the undergrowth A hunter draws near With gun in hand With vengeance in her eyes The fox tilts his head in amusement Another…

Mother, I hope that you are well

Mother, I hope that you are well I remember lullabies And the subtle feeling of love There were never any hugs Jabs of pain from disappointment On your birthday when no one had any presents You would smile  Understanding you were less Forgotten in your role Loving and kind Never really saying no But now…

Crafted: Neither Bitter Nor Bold

In her hands and far from the eyes of mere mortal men  She crafts a friend  To begin again  Eyes of Jasper to see what the soul hides Ears of elm to listen to the wind  Lips of Sapphire, harsh words do not fade fast  A heart of silver, neither pure nor bitter  Legs of…

Only Silence

I wish to drift away  To float in the uncertainty of my state                          Yet there is only silence

A Review of Dark Matter By Blake Crouch

Before I begin, I want to let you know that this is not a common thing. I don’t write reviews of books because I am a book blogger or want to be, I write because I find it exciting and as a goal to read a lot more books going forward in my life; I…

Between The Cracks Of My Mask

My mask, just like the others Has cracks in the cheekbones and odd places Just below the temple And across the brow You might wander Up and down a hall In and out of rooms long forgotten Before you notice these cracks They take a moment or two To see that not all masks are…

These Empty Pages Feel No Pain

I look at empty pages  where the words should be  They gnaw at my being I can not write these feelings down  I can not face them  I am weak Do the strong wither with pages full of words Do they stand and face the wind  Do they scream at their fears I do not…