LEAD THEM TO THE SLAUGHTER

She fell from hands she couldn’t see She was being fed to monsters Left for… Not quite dead because Well… What’s the fun in that? As demons swarmed around her Leaving trails of venom Mixed with blood upon her soul She concentrated on the pain As their poison fangs sunk deep Aware that the initial…

COME HOME

Tell me your secrets No need to lie I will eat them up And make them mine Crawl into my arms And make a home I’ll hold you tight And keep you warm Give me your tears I’ll collect them in a jar Shaped like my heart So you can face each end With a…

THE ONE

Just one word With that glance Sound escapes Intense yearning Muffled by lips… Searching for Meaning for Trusting for Loving for Living for The one You’d die for

BLURRY FACE

  I can’t feel my words I draw the dots, spots Meticulously one by one And I’m connecting them Constellations of emotion Designs for all to see But I don’t recognize The pictures I’ve drawn Meaningless ramblings Inside my brain, jumbled Upon the starry sky And I sit and wonder If they’ll ever amount Accumulate…

#BeReal – SEAN BIDD

My #BeReal guest today is Sean Bidd.  He often expresses himself by drawing on the natural world around him.  I find it perfectly fitting that he sent me a poem for his #BeReal piece! Stars and mountain tops Show me your pictures Those deep inside your mind The ones you keep a hold of Those…

SENTENCED

Voodoo cursed And jury tried Condemned For her humanity Her lips sewn With wooden vines Cross stitched Haphazardly through Previous scars And healing scabs Keep those emotions Those hard feelings To yourself they said As they sentenced them Forever imprisoned Inside a fleshy tomb To rot and decay Inside her fucked up brain

BONE DUST

I have a drawer full of stars A reminder of who we are All the bones we collected Have lost their meaning And are piling up useless All I have left of the world Is this drawer full of hopes Remnants of what came Memories of what’s gone Just left over bone dust And the…

ONCE UPON A PERSON

  Your words Specifically Formed Strung themselves Into paralleled Straight lines Your thoughts True stories Memories Told meticulously Very, very carefully Upon the screen For all of us to read And if not for that I’d have missed The beauty That is you