Tuesday, July 24, 2012


I'm tired of being angry.  I'm tired of the silence and weak attempt of understanding.  That red-black anger that festers and grows and boils until it bursts.  The heat and the tears and the flaking bits of a ravaged heart that flitters to the grown ignored and abandoned.  That anger that pools in your chest and sits and waits to the next victim of your rampage.  What do you do when you can't set it down?  What do you when it replaces all that there was?  And what are you to my anger?  Are you that never-ending source and the flicker of hope,  that small tendril of light that pierces the darkness?  Listen, learn, and move on to the next.  One down, how many more to go?  One down...

Thursday, March 15, 2012

New Poem


The shadowy remnants of my heart beats inside its frozen shell
Twist and turn those icy barbs that pierce by chest
I try in vain to absorb your warmth
  but you've already left my side
Special is the new love, addictive drug that lures you in
That hollow chill that keeps you there
  that frozen fire that steals your soul
Long and lonely withered sigh
  this heart has frozen deep inside

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