A No.2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere.
Joyce Meyer
You fell in love
With my black cherry lips
Without the knowledge
Of the pit within
I knew i had to leave you
When sitting by your side
Began to feel painful
Instead of like home
Denouement
The untying of knots
Resolving the loose ends
Or cutting them off
she carries
her poetry
like her love
on the tip of her tongue
I often ponder
As to whether the stars
Tire of burning
Too?
The mountain mist
(And the paleness of its shroud)
Is a constant reminder
(In the darkness of my thoughts)
Of how much I really
(Unknowingly, but undoubtedly)
Missed you
I think that it is too difficult for a couple to ‘just be friends’. They have been through so much and shared their entire selves with each other, just as friends do, and yet they go even farther. I believe that it is simply to hard to go backwards from what had felt like an infinity, into the constricting label of ‘friend’.
Can you stay with me
For a little while
Until i fall
Asleep?
There are so many eyes
Glowing in the dark
Watching me
Waiting until i slip.
It is maddening
The disembodied cackles
Mocking me
Not with words,
But with laughter.
Awaiting my failure
Do you see the eyes?
Do you hear the sounds?
Am i the only one
Who is
Going insane?
No mercy or kindness to be found
A horrible life to live
He asked for an extra cookie
Yet no cookie would they give
The boy wanted to color
The warden said, “Not today”
He wanted to leave, to escape
Just to go home and play
The inmates there were never kind
They stole snacks from him
And in the yard they played hide-n-seek
But he never seemed to win
Then after that, came naptime
A torture fit for hell
They forced him into unconsciousness
With music like a spell
He eagerly awaited the deafening ring
That called for his release
Then he would be at home again
Finally, at peace