Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Still I bleed

Mount me
you filthy bastard
Fill me with
your seed
Your last breath
is my renewal
Still I bleed
Take this life
No remorse
Unto you
I lay bare
With these eyes
I plunge
my sword
Do I dare

Thursday, August 10, 2017


You die a little inside. Pieces of you lay broken scattered across the floor.
We walk around it. Pretending not to see. 
Ravaged your body slumbers. Your mind frantic. 
Searching for peace. Time heals.
Where there was light lives darkness. 
Physically numb. Spiritually bound. 
Your soul empty and broken. Raw.
She will rise again. 
Her heart battle fatigued. Quietly she mourns. Wearing her armour.
She smiles. She pretends. 
No one really sees her.
A little girl lost. Get up her father cries.
But he does not catch her. 

Sunday, July 30, 2017


All that she is she is not. And in death she is finally free. Through failure she is alive.

With clipped wings. She can no longer fly. An angel fallen. Who will save her. This light diminished. She is bereft.

Bring her diamonds. Let her glitter. Wrapped in tulle.  Gentle is her breath. A whisper of wind in flight.

She is earth. Wisps of sand scattered wayward. Bound to nothing her soul uncaged.

Stars beckon. She wanders across the night sky needing to shine.

In death she escapes. Pity and sorrow. From haste and worry she survives. What is broken earthen. A spirit lifted to the heavens where she may slowly exhale.

Divinity in loosened chains. She clings to noone. New joy in the release of burden.

This angel. Lives in hope. The shadows of mercy. She is forsaken.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Inside Out

There but for the sake of his pride she wanders into darkness.
This world I see through eyes unlearned.
Misshapen, time weary.
What I saw I was.
Emulating who I knew you wanted me to be.
Chameleon. Fraud.
Inside she is truth.
Genuine to herself.
Hidden. Unexplored.
Eyes wide open. Beauty and peace in freedom.
Her story rewritten.
Rested from this deep slumber she awakens.
Inside out.
She is art.

Sunday, July 23, 2017


Happiness is temporary. Captured pockets of joy. Filling you. Making you smile. Euphoria as it penetrates you filling you completely. As the sun awakens filling the sky with glorious light it rises powerful mighty. Darkness returns silencing every color letting free little pieces of light in its wake.

My heart longing for normalcy. Seeking fulfillment. Wanton to discover some happiness. It will be lost when the sun shines welcoming the morrow. Just a few moments more of his smile his touch. Memories faded with time.

Ever changing. Who is this girl? Was she ever loved or simply a fleeting moment in your life. Carefree unweighted her soul transcended to a new universe where she could be everything she wanted. You caused this. You lifted her made her whole and left her broken. There were no promises. You cannot take back what you never gave. Her fragile heart shattered hidden bereft of light no one will ever know.

She is surrounded by people. Her voice alive in her stories her songs. Her eyes alight. She walks strong amongst the living bearing no witness to what lay dormant beneath the veil. This is all temporary. Tomorrow she will rise and dance. She will seek the sun. Love her children. One step further from what had finally betrayed her was stole from her. From this she moves onward. Fragmented. She may never be whole again.

Unfiltered by society’s poison she refuses to still her brain with tainted reality. Manufactured bliss. She would rather feel. Every sound touch sorrow presses upon her snatching her breath stealing her slowly tearing her into pieces. This is only temporary.

Who is this girl if not your friend your lover your daughter. Is she enough when she looks towards the mirror. Who stands behind her as she stares blankly ahead? Is this only temporary?

Saturday, July 15, 2017

What do I say

There are no words. I crumble. This heart so broken. Denied of what makes sense. Filled with shame. Frightened. Who is she now? She comes from no one. All that defined her gone. Daughter. Wife. Mother. She is lost.

Peek inside. There is no happiness. Her life a façade. This game she plays. Tell me who I am today. Chameleon. Master of disguise. The great pretender. She is no one. Empty.

This machine. A fairy tale. The house where she lived a nameless street passing time. This dream. She belongs to no one. Does she matter I wonder. Who claims this lost soul.

Borne of seed. Nurtured. Coveted. Beloved. Who is she now? Who kisses this salty tear or holds her hand tightly in sleep. Who beholds her beauty in wonderment and awe? Her tangled hair moist with fallen tears lay in tendrils about a dampened pillow.

An overhead fan whirs gently beckoning her further into sleep. A troubled mind fraught with fear. Who stands with her keeping her strong helping her to breathe and giving her comfort?

She sits alone quite. Uncertain in the face of the unknown. Who loves this girl – who loves this girl?

Monday, July 10, 2017


She smiles. Unreachable.
In plain sight. Alone.
Captain. Her ship empty.
Anchored. Shoreless.

She loves. Unnoticed.
In murky waters. Weightless.
Empty. She hungers.

She is. Awakened.
Victor. Champion of her destiny.
Freedom. At last.