Tidal WaveI think it was the telephone callsTidal Wave in Free Verse More Like This
that killed her in the end.
The aftershocks of action,
of what she’d done and said.
She hid away from souls and eyes,
she turned around and fled.
But ears are always listening
and words want to be said.
And so the ringing filled her ears,
and seeped into her dreams.
They echoed round the empty house,
scaring away hope of peace.
It’s amazing how blissful ignorance is:
how much we want to forget.
But the worst thing of all is
it’s our nature to regret.
She ran into the forest
where the songs could never come.
Still, despite the distance
it’s deathly hard to find
a place were you are sheltered
from the voices you find inside.
Chalk Markingsyou're cryingChalk Markings in Free Verse More Like This
and as your tears drip down your cheeks
and turn the ground to dark,
how could you never wonder
if it was correlation
if the tears made it all
so now you're stuck inside your head
narrating your only dreams.
the endless broken melody
keep you awake
there is nothing here
to pin you down
so fly away
and find peace
where everything is broken
and you can blend in among the loss.
the pressure's building up inside,
and you need to find a way
to let it seep out on the floor
before it tears you apart.
but, at least you know yourself:
you see what can be seen.
though other people lean on each other
all you need is a tree.
and as you sit on broken glass
you come to terms with you
and remember what you've hidden inside
you have always been
What I've BecomeI hate to say I need the people in the morning streetsWhat I've Become in Free Verse More Like This
as they walk up and down the boulevards
dangling thoughts from their sleeves.
I have to look and see the tendrils of gossip on the walls
shimmering and glistening,
saying more than I would have thought.
In the eyes of every passer-by
a dull-mirror lies within.
The spark of truth that mixes
with the lies, tarnished with sin.
For as they look at me I know
they see what I've become:
how I've deteriorated from gifted
to just another "someone."
They tell me that I am too fragile,
they tell me I am weak.
They show that I spend to much time inside
the mind that has become bleak.
They shout their truth to the skies above
see it shimmer and glow,
and then as it starts falling
watch as it turns to snow.
Without their judgement, how could I see
what's tattooed on my skin?
What am I lacking that makes me so shallow
that I alone can't see where I've been?
There's a letter on my jacket
but God knows what it says.
So I look into the eyes of stran
ConfusionI cannot keep a steady handConfusion in Free Verse More Like This
to write empty words upon a page.
back and forth,
thoughts like fireflies in the dark.
I have no tracks for my rambling thoughts,
so they seep
through the cracks in sidewalks
as I wander through the streets,
looking for a place-
make of home of
So I grab at empty spots on pages,
praying that somehow writing down the confusion
will burn it away
and leave me blessedly empty.
Try Again"Your life's such a..."Try Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Windowthey are looking through the windowThe Window in Free Verse More Like This
as you fall to your knees
and thrash in the water as you cry.
you look up, and they're smiling,
asking "how are you?"
just to make sure you can't pretend
not to hear.
so what can you do but
call out "hello.
yes, i'm just fine, just sitting here."
they nod, turn away, just in time to miss
you choking on your own bile
they are looking through the window
telling you to get a new cat
because the old one's scratched up your arms,
from your shoulder down to your pale wrist.
so you nod, and say "i know, he's vicious,
but we just can't let him go,"
even though you've never had a cat
or even pet one at all.
they are walking away,
and they are talking about how strange you are:
that you never smile,
and you sit there on the floor
now they are looking through the window
and they are standing holding hands
facing towards you as you lay
peacefully sleeping in the light.
you hear them from so far away
catching faint words as
What was there to destroy?I am a hollow beingWhat was there to destroy? in Free Verse More Like This
With a beating heart
I am stuck in a hollow world
Lifeless bodies surround me
I am screaming out
Weary eyes, raw throat
I am standing behind you
Ignored every second
I am looking in the mirror
Realize I've destroyed myself
But then again, what was there to destroy...?