My Reasons

Why can’t anyone see? I am not ok, I am not well… I am trying to scream out trying to call out… I have no reasons to feel this way, I have no need for your help, I have the perfect life. This is what you say. But I need help, for reasons I do…

Burned

Fire Hot, burning fire liquid fire you have poured down my throat. Acid acrid hate you forced down into my heart. My hands are immobilized my feet can not move. My breath is gone my chest has a million pounds on it. Betrayal eats flesh like sulfuric acid melting it away. Your hands are the…

The Days

The days run over me like horses… and I wonder if my life will ever change, if the love that I seek will ever find me if my heart will ever be filled again. Their strong and robust legs kick me… and realization kicks in: I may forever travel like a lost soul around the…

If Only

If only it was like before Simple, easy, natural It was like breathing Something that came by instinct. If only it was like once ago So much happiness and love Our thoughts could be shared without penalty Our minds were always the same. A fog has fallen over our love, It swallowed it made it…

Come Solitude

Come solitude sit by my side I don’t want to be alone any more. Be my guest take a seat let’s look at the stars and listen to some music. Come solitude and be my crying shoulder for I have no one else to cry on. The rain has the earth to fall on but…

Anxiety

Anxiety Murmurous nemesis Furtive killer Dominating force Revengeful being Of unknown beginnings With a suffocating grasp Harassing criminal Heavy burden Sitting on my chest My breath stops Then comes too fast Surreptitious phantom Haunting my mind Blinding my eyesight Inhabiting my bones Worrying disquietude Immobilized reaction Tears falling away Incessantly forever Anxiety Malicious enemy Vicious…

A Memory for Sale

I want to sell my memory of you; free my mind of the cage you built around me, liberate my heart from your last words continuously circulating, contaminating my bloodstream. The ghost of your touch has left me with a naked soul, my spirit exposed, because your caresses used to burn my skin dissipating it…

The Overused Hour

It’s three am, the overused hour, the star of so many poetry pieces and sad songs, and yet here I lie writing about it once more. I am in my bed, my blankets hug me and the spring moon shines in through the window I do not cry, I am not suffering, just suspended in…

The Whispering Trees

When the breeze of a cool March afternoon intertwines with the warmth of the sun’s rays and dancing a seductive waltz they glide along the tree tops caressing the leaves as they go, they awake them, the trees. It is on days like these that I feel it the most, the whispers, the soft voices…

Desolate She Dies

You lie happily in the dormant words of my love sleep comes at you easily, peace comes at you fast. You live for th sweetness of my touch and for the mosaic aspect of my personality. Your images jump through the patterns of my irises, you leave footprints in my hazelnut eyes, your mind and…

Sad Poetry

I┬áhave written too many sad poems. My life has become a novel that tells a tragic tale. Sad words have hung themselves as tapestries from the ceiling casting ghostly shadows on the walls. The tears that have fallen in the years now make the floor boards slippery with stale memories from the past. Nostalgia looks…

The Floor

The floor tasted like a muddy afternoon after three days of constant rain. The cold from it climbed up my cheek like veins trying to choke me. She looked at me from her high place above me as she stood over me, watching me cry; my tears of hurt making a puddle on the floor…