BY THE THROAT OF A GHOST

  I promise I won’t lie I am broken Slashed open Innocence stolen And parts of me Are provoked By the throat Of a ghost Forming words That cursed The world I see Coerced and hurt A past rehearsed For many decades I constantly revert And my heart blurts It’s pain into reality And my…

BREATHING ASHES

Anarchy Steps heavy with Steel toed boots Torches replace Keystrokes Wooden stakes Carved into words Skewering insides Turning logic Into a constant Trickling streams Of overdosed panic Invisible blood Flows thick Drawing poison From weak souls Until the puss Runs sticky And thoughts sit Restless In puddles Of old and dried Scabby wounds Until remorse Draws clarity…

LIQUID PRISMS

Liquid prisms Caught the light Falling desperately Sounding like Shattering glass Shards of hope Splintering on Checkered floors Black and white Copyrights Stepping on Red carpets Unfolding Flawed Unraveling Lazily across Pressure points Where mean girls Wait to draw blood And where dreams Drown in the prisms Of so many tears

TRIGGERS

Certain names Just the spelling of them Or the places you see them Or the context which they’re placed Make you want to slit your wrists Certain scenes Remind you that you are garbage A piece of trash, disposable, used A pile of shit to be carefully avoided Or even worse Turn you into the…

STAINED RIBBONS

There are triggers, even today, more than 20 years later that create an uncontrollable reaction. When triggered I become some strange Quinton Tarantino character acting in one of his famous satirical non-linear story lines. I just want to beat my head against the wall until all I feel is the wall’s unmovable strength and all…