CHALK OUTLINE

There it was just lying there Purpose holding tight to hope Clinging so hard to the dwindling Dominance of a careless faith That the ground began to rise As if dark itself was being born

JAGGED LITTLE PIECES

Like glitter falling from a broken sky Jagged little pieces of atmosphere Cut through these hands of mine There are no silver horizons and Only shards to illustrate the moon Who will fall out of these reflections Once the ground collects their souls

WORTHless

It’s reality My perspective It’s dangerous It’s painful It’s persistent My heart Is silent My brain Is chaotic My life feels MEANINGless My efforts feel WORTHless

IF NOT WORDS

    I started writing over a decade ago. Just started this blog one day and started writing. No game plan other than to write. I was tired of trying to drown my thoughts out with music. Tired of trying to explain how torturous my thoughts were to those close to me. Tired of feeling…

GATE TO HELL

My eyes traced the concrete fractures  This is where the dread and unease  Detonate the fear I’ve been hiding Rough edges jagging into erratic lines Deep, dark, wide gaps that if stepped on  Would break your mother’s back  And conjure an army of fiends Of monsters and ogres, of ghosts Cracks that if tread upon…

EMBALMED WITH DESPAIR

It’s the kind of fog that stole my breath Thick and shadowy Dark skulking movements that stuck to my skin. Ominous and dangerous It held the memory of every broken scream I hated this kind of fog And for the longest time It’s the only kind I knew It swallowed the sun leaving me isolated,…