Ancient

Tonight, he draws her from the cold with his hands. His fingertips draw back the sheets. Brushing back her hair, his fingers trace down her body. Color brushes up her face as he begins his work. Given time, she obtains a perfection only he can give her. Tomorrow, everyone will...

The best poetry comes in dreams and leaves your mind as you wake. A personal gift to you.

My lone soul screams out against the blackness, hoping someone will hear. My tortured voice starts to dim as distant echoes are the only reply. My cobwebbed mind grasps at nothing, since no one else is near. My one reason is losing ground as I start to battle Why.

Angry words from me are rare and few, but I had to write this down to make sure it was true. Obviously, you’ve forgotten everything we went once knew, Or perhaps, it just meant more for me than for you. Either way, its the worst betrayal I’ve been through. But...

It may start as a drop. (a tear perhaps) It only worsens from there. Time, the guaze of most wounds, is a caustic presence. Eroding away with its perpetual wind. Once a drop, now a river, snaking through sacred land. Once intimate, now no longer.

I want to wash my hands clean Get rid of all the dirt I want to forget it all All the pain and all the hurt I want to just close my eyes And make it go away I want to just shut my mouth Not utter what I need...

Dark of night When witches run When all the ghouls Come out for fun Rabbit?s foot And lucky shirt Protection from Misfortune?s hurt Halloween And the 13th Friday When all bad luck Comes out to play Superstition And silly fears Hold your garlic As darkness nears A black cat A...

Trapped in a Cage Like in a gerbil-sized world All my hopes shattered None of my dreams unfurled Captive in a reality That just doesn’t seem real None of it feels right What’s the true deal? Stuck by an exit That I just can’t use To do would be worse...

I used to skip shale across the canal I remember how they flew I used to dream so often Now, I rarely do I used to build waterfalls and rivers Playing God with a bucket I used to spend all day on the couch And think nothing of it I...

Metaphorical Philosophical All the while now Nothing?s sensible Whimsical Fanciful In all your dreams Nothing?s tangible Where is all the simplicity? So complex, we?re in misery We?re so blind, can we really see? Who or what are we meant to be? Fictional Confrontational Do you know now? Nothing?s obtainable Responsible...