Morning

dawn draped in shadows

whistling wind snips the candles

Death breaks and knocks thrice

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What I Need

“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That is can be good again.”

                                                      -Suzanne Collins(Mockingjay)

My Punishment

dying inside you’re

devouring this heart, crunching

fat, muscle and bone

Time

ticking human clocks

faded footprints cover earth

look-a sky of graves

Love & Death

Addicted to you

Can’t see you poisoning me

I’m already dead

Night Shadows

Upon the bright star filled midnight

In the darkened shadowed hollow,

Headless horseman Harry poorly

lived, watching the running children,

searching for his missing blonde head.

 

One by one by on they do play,

golden green-eyed  Fay Morringday,

glowing blonde hair Harry did see,

a fair good head to sit upon

Headless Harry’s steady shoulders.

 

By the sunken sun the horseman,

Of the darkened cave did he ride

What is the best cutting method

for easily slicing a neck,

a neck so delicate and pure

 

Only a child, a child so sweet,

slice once and true, double-handed

will do, with blood so tart running.

running down her lovely cream neck,

green-eyed Fay Morringday did die.

 

All Alone

You know how a song gets stuck in your head? well, “in common” by Alicia keys got stuck in my head and I decided to write to the song. this “poem” roughly follows the song with a different theme and it’s not word for word. writing this, I realized I write to a lot of songs. I find it very cathartic and may start posting more under a “song” category.

You said that I’d be alright

But it’s been some years

and  you’re not in sight

Goodbyes always end in tears

I hear your voice day and night

Where are you, where are you, where did you up and go?

What am I, what am I, what am I gonna do?

How am I, how am I suppose to live life too?

We had only just begun

We were alright, me and you

We had only just begun

We were alright, me and you

Why did you have to leave me alone?

You wanna live your life all alone?

Now you’re left all on your own

I must be dead and gone too

Me and you would always fight

Crashing yells tearing from my mouth

Sweet kisses now we’re so tight

Never thought that this would go south

Now, now maybe I can finally get better

What am I saying? It’s all lies

I know that you won’t be back

I’m all alone until I die.

Just Go With The Flow

A few thoughts I put into words that don’t really have any form.

Constant motion

We see their lights but death already touched their souls

Pressure builds

Muscles tight

We feel our life flowing to no end–everything ends.

Smarting moments

The tide ebbs and flows

We drift in time with nowhere to go, we’re lost. Please find me.

 

Grief

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep swallowing.”

-C.S. Lewis (A Grief Observed)

The Feeling Of…

Three side pyramid

Ancient sands that represent

Life and Death and Love.