Brain Haze Lost my mind today Pain distorting reality Brain beginning to fray There goes my functionality Pain distorting reality How to comprehend? There goes my functionality Brain haze descending How to comprehend? Brain beginning to fray Brain haze descending Lost my mind today
Surface There you see, the smiling me A facade I created, A game I concocted, Just for you. All for you. Beneath the surface, Behind that face, Is a silent scream, And shattered dreams. Just for me. All for me.
Window to the Soul Beneath this wall A pit of suffering Hidden from all, Blinding and writhing A pit of suffering Behind smiling eyes Blinding and writhing. What a pretty disguise Behind smiling eyes Hidden from all What a pretty disguise Beneath this wall
A Whisper Away Just a whisper away Pain’s hidden tears Smiles with edges that fray Silence weighs the fears Pain’s hidden tears rules all the sorrows Smiles with edges that fray stealing all tomorrows Rules all the sorrows Smiles with edges that fray Stealing all tomorrows Just a whisper away
I am trying out a new poetry format I came across in a poetry writing group. So I wrote a few short poems in it. Here is one: Gone Where have I gone? Shadows today stretch away reflections of the past said and done And here I stay Shadows today stretch away Pain lingers… Continue reading Poem: Gone
This is the longest poem I have every attempted. I feel like I should explain this one but in the end I suppose people can put their own interpretation onto it. It was one that felt right to write though. So I did. That Night The world was silent and still Madness reigned… Continue reading Poem: That Night
That Which Lurks Within I carry dark things within me They lurk and hover out of sight I carry dark things within me And then within me ignite Pulsating agony within me Pain that slumbers, twists and turns; Pulsating agony within me Wakes and claws and burns. I cannot shed this weight within me,… Continue reading A few poems I wrote lately
The Bright Will you talk to me about what goes on in the light? Beyond my shimmering, shaking sight? I will tell you of the moonbeams Of colorful, iridescent silent streams If you will just tell me what goes on in the bright So far out of my sight. I will tell… Continue reading A poem: The Bright