Poetry… just reading it brings back everything i was feeling…my little time machine.

Tonight look up at the moon. Tell me what you see?

What i saw last night :

Tonight the moon looks like an antique jewel hanging in the night sky. It shines brightly with its golden light softly fading but no succumbing to the dark that encircles it.

When i write everything that made no sense finds meaning

The Process of Letting Go

Wounded

I can’t do this.

I’m torn, my stitches don’t hold,

Still I take on more and more.

i know my stitches won’t hold.

so i relax the fingers that have a grasp on this

loosen the grip i’ve feared i’ll miss

and let go.

The Fall (My Next Drug)

what’s my next drug?

the next fall that keeps me going

into a cell i’ve dug

one pit for every groaning.

so i take my next fall

by now i’mma know it all

spinning downwards out of sight

tightly bound and well confined

letting havoc take some time

within the comforts of my drug.

because once i hit the bottom

i know i’ll be just fine

that’s when my bones will turn to dust

or my ashes yield to gusts.

till then who else could i entrust 

my life to keep me going?…

The Decay

And then i became an isolated entity

 striving to fight against the waves of conformity

consoling the vast rejects

that care not to find strength within themselves.

they look for the command of the weakest

that maneuvers them cleverly to the same end.

Yes there is strength in numbers.

i can feel them pummeling me

the waves pummeling me

eroding me 

and my convictions

like rocks smoothed down by a masons hand.

i make the rounds and you keep on 

smoothing me down

you’re smoothing me down,

even those i cared about.

I am an isolated entity  

i’ll be a part of the wave that erodes me

the others lost their hold

i’m just another decaying slowly.

Behind these brittle bones there lies a heart that beats. Steady, even at the seams. Cautiously working up to filling in the rifts.

Three Words Which you Once Said

used and thrown away

3 words which you once said

letting live the pain

leaving me with pain 

loving takes some pain

i guess that’s the risk it takes

My Soul’s a Battlefield

short flash battles

within this fragile petite frame.

no need for blood and gore

not for the depths of my core.

paranoia, what plagues my soul

my mind moves to a frantic rhythm 

swaying between righteous and prison

i hurt those i fear to love

even those that love to love