(2014)
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
