Feeding Time Here I hang Cold, stainless steel Supports my girth In this dark abattoir Of meaningless mirth Do not Nervously nibble Or tentatively taste Bite Rip Rend Leave nothing to waste Voraciously chew Selfishly swallow Gnaw on my bones Suck out the...See More »
Feel the Truth“Kiss me” I whisper softly Kiss me hard So that I can tell Whether your words are full of weight Or just empty promises -ghost
...Broken...I wish I knew time Had expired Before depositing More emotional currency Into a broken Machine -ghost
Please Your PaletteWatch and laugh As I falter For I am no rock Of Gibraltar Just a castle made of sand Built on memories and hope Full of delusions of grandeur But smaller in scope So raise a glass to your lips Of this bastards brew Plunge your ladle in the cauldron...See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnThe pain in your eyes Doesn’t shield me from the lies You tell yourself Stop feeding me Your Passionless plates of platitudes I’ve had enough I’m full
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnOn a curious but often barren world You are an oasis of words Providing much needed sustenance For this famished soul As I attempt to digest and decipher Every mood and meaning Of this mirage That is the desert flower
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnOld Friend I saw an old friend So I went up to say hello I was shocked by his appearance He looked old, tired, and slow I asked how he was How had he been? He sighed when he answered “So many things I wish I had seen. I thought I had time But it’s...See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnIn The Garden It is here we meet Under cover of darkness To share tiny morsels of the truth “Feed it to me.” she whispers And I am more than willing to oblige She offers a taste of her bittersweet nectar And I eagerly devour every last drop On and...See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnI was watching a movie until I saw a scene: it's the post-apocalypse, lawless and two people dancing together. Nothing else mattered in that moment. They just held each other in swaying motions in love. It was a touching moment I wish I could...See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnI've always been a bit of a dreamer, and my imagination can carry me to dizzying heights it seems. My dad is pretty much the same, perhaps a bit more focused overall. When he asked me to help him with a bit of an engineering challenge recently, I...See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnNew to the place, first day ********************************************* ********************************************* ********************************************* *********************************************...See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnFear of failure, insomnia, anxiousness, hanging between what you should do and what you always wanted to do, so you try to hide, but how can you stop your thoughts from moving in a frenzy? they keep you awake until morning, these thoughts keep you...See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnI write not to shout, I translate to read myself in others, I read to travel.
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnI'm now beginning to see for the first time in my life I don't have time for you, anymore I'm too busy watching the sun reflect off of the leaves as they dance in the wind Have you ever seen a color dance? I've seen shades and hues that you will...See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnAs I walk through the gallery of the forest I linger to gaze upon the forms of the statuesque trees. Reaching, bending, twisted, and fallen.
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnShe put her hand in her heart and dragged out the hollow feeling.. holding it between her hands, she felt its emptiness. She wished she could remove and throw it off like a tumor, but there were still many hollow parts in her heart. She still...See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnEscape Into the night we run Hand in hand through the forest we evade capture Pulses racing, sweat beading, our hearts enraptured Clothes torn on branches, skin sliced by thorns As if by the devil himself His sharp fingernails and horns A clearing...See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnWe stopped writing. that's what changed our race and took us into the cold years. There was no ultimatum issued, no edict came from on high handed down through the pope, imam or rabbi. But we stopped, newspaper and printed works reached their peak in...See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnIn her eyes I see a dim light. That I pray someday will shine very bright. In her stare I witness an empty gaze Of a past of pain and ruin beneath a tear-filled haze. In her eyes I see a damaged soul How much I wish I could make her whole. To show...See More »
I Write, and Having Written, Move OnI could see in her eyes What her lips weren't telling me What her words weren't selling me What her heart really wanted.