submergedyou do not see the hurricanes behind my eyesMore Like This
teeming with lightning flashes, thunderbolts of prayer,
my vision blurry with the angled slant of carving rain,
puddles filling up the creviced wrinkles of my mind
until I gasp for breath under the weight of
algae, skipping stones, and you.
my fishbowl skull
leaks murky waters through its
the golden carp had long ago
succumbed to cruel asphyxiation,
waxed tail spikes beating air,
a last desperate attempt to
breathe you in.
but your lungs tick to a metronome not
anchored to my wildcat heartbeat
and my turncoat limbs are paralyzed
under the burden of unfiltered mossy depths.
if only you could see the hurricanes
that swallow earth and sky for you
the reaching tendrils of my hair.
PoemLocked inside this cage of mine,More Like This
Behind a smile of steel.
I will say I'm doing fine,
And I will deny what is real.
Locked away from the world,
Scared and alone.
A sad little girl,
Left to atone.
The only sin she ever made,
That's why she is locked inside a cage.
You cannot hear her cry,
Behind the cage of lies.
So until her very last breathe,
She will stay.
Soon will come her death,
Slowly well she's locked away.