to feel trapped, once and twicedrilling holes into the wallall I do is tremblerumble through the bricksback stab bramble to feel seen,a few times moretracing lines on tilefilled with the vile bileof water borne, torntrials of rye to feel caughtas a flya mile up highbreaking and fallingto a pile, dryinghiked to nothing but lighting
Tag: hope
A Voided Droplet
black water, streamed down as tears.there was a relief, to lose the pressure.late nights, breathing through the fears.movements created winds and water.actions caught, to break free from lesser.metal shards and blood to slaughter.caught to crumble, rushing to bottom feeders.surrounded by figures, faceless and righteous.kicking my confidence asunder.a knife in the sand doesn't draw lines.when the …
Roses
contactI'm conscious through reflections from the bouncing starburning spots made from dust contactthe touch from mist, the fuzzy moss above the barklike the aroma of morning coffee it's about contactbeing aware through insight born from bubbling popsglazing the top of the glass the contactis fresh aligned and mint to graze your lipsbringing with it, a …
Adrift Along the Shore
Cast into a seaworthy ship, a siren calls to shells across timea casting line below the crag, fishing for minutes and hours.Bellows of beasts chime with love, circling in their own melodyLike whales who warn of whistling wails, or screeches that soundmuffled under all the water, yet call across seconds to sing again. Casting across …
Four Days of Lazarus
fracturedA word used to tell about a split,sometimes the middle, other timesmessypatterns, questions, every directionthe glass can't hold together for longso to try,to force the splinters throughand to only see one flash of lightwiththe top bathed in crystalsbegging for reliefall my heart.
Sluggish, Stale, a bucket of Water
Stagnant. That's the feeling. When everything boils over--when the time comes to find those hidden feelings buried under the mud--there's a familiar feeling. And it's not stagnation. There's a sense of rebirth. And, a sense of hope. A different type of hope. One more akin to a passion to continue. A fight to push forward …
Insight
There are quite a few questions, a platter of quirks and plagues, that worm through my brain. But, I feel I am learning. I feel a gain in knowledge. An increase in folds. Because I'm thinking. Over and over and over and over. Pushing and trying, over and over. When my eyes close, I only …
One Word
A transformation is happening. The spaces between are fragile. Fatigue and muck cuts a diabolical combo. There's always a balance. Always a change. Not a crack. A clean split. Smooth.A line is drawn either way. And, what is left at the absolute bottom?A core remains at every ending. For me, that's---
Doctrine
Minds scatter, that's how it seems to work. I try to collect the pieces. I always try to see the brighter side, the better side, the "right" side--Minds scatter. Pieces spread to infect other pieces. Both ways. So, where are my thoughts today? Right now--Limbo. Because I'm never done. I may not be happy with …
The Line
has been drawn. Now the fight,commences, bloody to the endand lost in a blight, deep in starswondrously bright with wine.
Just Buckle Down 