Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

The nature of it all is that I feel for him in vain,
When his sadness fills the room, I can't help but suffer the same,
And the memories I posses make me feel a strange discomfort
Of the after math mess that has surrounded this hollow...heart of mine. 

It's all uncertain, these promises that were made,
Returned all comfort, the deal was never played...

I sigh and I scorch in,  the fire that has grown,
I gaze into safety, but feel like I'm too far from home..

I wallow in this maze, too weak to raise my feet...
A mere glimpse of my future makes me realize I have faith,..
I don't depend on love, but I won't shine it away...
I'll remember what has happened and how I've learned from my mistakes. 

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Your time

I'm numb. I'm frail.  I'm cold. I'm lost.

I blink my eyes and nothings there. 
I think of the past and I no longer care.
I've been paid a severance for your loss,
Not long ago was only mine.

My well being blown away, pushed aside for a new day.
What I wanted was blind, my dreams of you are left behind.

Pain and hurting hearts, linger longer when we are not apart.

Escape me now, I only want whats meant. 

Tuesday, October 18, 2011


I remember sunshine, in December
Walk through the snow, to see me
Remove all your clothes, to warm me..
You sang me a song and kissed me...

That was then and it's over,
You told me when I discovered,
Your heart was hard and frozen,
September never seem so much colder..

I remember darkness, in September
Walked through hell, when you left me,
Removed all your love, so quickly...
You broke my soul and hurt me.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

I lost my gun in the dirt during a stand off with you, held back your shot while I scattered ...

I came to my senses and pulled out my defenses, a small pistol strapped below my knee..

I aimed in clear sight, my finger on the trigger..I couldn't pull it even if you made me..

I fear in my head that your love for me isn't there, hear the whispers of the townsfolk your lost.

These sandstone tombs lay around in my room, engraved the names of the ones who loved too much.

This revolving door has no where to go, It's turning like it should, but it hasn't stopped for me..

The parlors lamp lights make us forget that it's night, the dancers sin has filled this town..

 I won't let them bury me to the ground, nor will I deny who I am, I cannot pretend that my feelings are met...

 If my fate is the noose, hang my heart till I bleed, I'd rather face it now then eventually...