Poem: My Hell
My heart aches and yearns... waitingWith all the stitches I've had to put in itThe rips and gaps wont seem to healWith what everyone has done to my heart...I wish I could run away from it allThe past the future, I just want to forgetAll this pain and...
Poem: The World Ablaze
The world seems to crash around you Your staring at the flames as they cover your world Bright and hot and oh so dangerous You almost want to walk into the warmth When you reach out the heat burns your finger tips But you know if you go your fate is...
A cloudy Saturday morning, alone...
I sat in the rain today and watched the falling shadows play, making ripples come and ripples go. Standing water used to show a reflection of who I am, but rain drops crashed and broke me down. How can I be sure I'm me when I have no...
Poem: Falling Down
When you sink down The world seems to slow Your ability to move seems to die You queston why you feel this way Or maybe you already know So you sink down farther Your body lays there with no movement You shut your eyes wanting it to go away No matter...
Diary of a Planeswalker: Chapter 5
Diary of a Planeswalker 5 When I woke up, only the dove was in the room. "Hello. I see you've been enjoying my servant." What? Did he mean Mazurek? "Don't worry, he was a slave that was given to me, while I don't support such practices, left on his...
Poem #82: Bleck
_Bleck_ When I can barely breathe Out of my nose, it's so clogged Up with mucus and snot That drips down endlessly No matter how many times I blow it When I can't barely speak Because my throat is so red and raw That swallowing is so painful...
Witch Blood 12
The faint trickle of life giving air would keep her alive but she could not fight back ... and she knew it was a metaphor.
A wise metaphor
And the fox jumped into the hole.
Tide (Poem)
Rare is it people take time to appreciate what life is really about. As I stroll down the pier, people rush on by. Too busy trying to get somewhere they miss what makes life worth living. The sigh of the wind. The sound of the lapping...
Lost To The Sink
**Lost To The Sink** I think I’ve lost time and I don’t know where it went I didn’t realize just how much of it I’ve spent How distracted I got trying to get by day by day That I let plenty of it just slip away And so I...
Poem #88: Dark Tunnel
A nice metaphor. hope you enjoy.
Needles
Cold Touch Sting Stab Burn Flush Push Tear Remember The days The lies The outward cries Screams Unheard A flightless bird Caged Enraged Without escape Fearing Sneering Jeering Running Hiding To no avail Left...