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
Tag: poem
Caged Bird Dreaming
Tonight he sleeps beside me Eyes closed Breath even Low murmurs Shaking He’s aware of his surrounding Even when his eyes are closed He sense ill-intention Startled awake By a strangers’ desire He rushes back to life Knife in hand Ready His lonely heart keeps beating Trapped in a cage of fear To keep this…
I Fear The Sound
In a cold and lonely place That’s where I know you’ll be When the sun has gone to sleep And the moon refuses to show its face You’ll suddenly appear As if you were a nightmare Covered in darkness Detested by the light You’ll creep into my crevices Plant your roots right next to my…
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
Rain-check
I am sobbing at the stairs to your heart Unable to take a step The doors are closed now Maybe try again later
A Dark Room
So this must be what death feels like.This feeling of decayIt hurtsScreaming in a locked roomNo one hears me nowMy demons have come out to playHelp meI beg of youFree me from this cage I’m inMy dark thoughts are here to stayThere is no longer a difference between the dead and the livingFear me nowLook…
A Dance of the Night
To seduce the light She dances On the heels of time She reaches for a sky That has already left her Alone in the darkness Now she breathes in the night As if to hold it close It claims her as its own So she dances On the edge of time One foot at a…
” Pretend “
In the back of my mind I can hear the words forming “I am fine” A smile appears on my face Then a wince And yet I still pretend I am not in pain There is no wrong here “I am fine” “I am fine” But I’m not My nerves are on fire And I…
The Regret
In the depths of my farewellMy regrets begins to riseIt was a silly jokeTo think love was mineFor all the burden in timeHope now lays in a casketAnd I am still among the livingYou leftIn such a rushAs if tired of the living Now you’re decoratedIn the flowers you hatedIn a world full of contradictionsYou were…
Spice and Nice 