A Tragedian’s Mask

Let's laugh to not cry,Waste more time--for you not I.Shall we bathe in each other's lies,Façades that grow with every smile-- wink - grin - tear.For in the foreground I long,For truth to be held like a glowing light,Each cut - scratch - mark.Surpresses the inner turmoil of an abandoned ship,That sunk in the past, … Continue reading A Tragedian’s Mask →

Bonne Nuit

Le bruit de la pluie,Les voitures, le feu d'artifice,La larmes sur ma fenêtre,Je me sens apaisé,Les réverbères vaciller. J'espère voir une étoile, Je souhaiterai que la pluie s'arrête.Mais, quand elle s'arrêtera, il n'y aura rien d'autre que de laTristesse. Comme ma fenêtre des larmes coulent sur mes joues. Je me sens apaisé,Je ne sens rien.

The Final Act

Lost sharp edges,Smoked mirrors of Elysian,Dionysus cries as I act my part,Silent words spoken through a trail of thoughts- not word of mouth.Forbidden longing of false hopes,Apple-bitten looks that are thrown around-thrown out, thrown forward.Such tormented sighs of tears,Blue soul of tinny pianos,Messages passed between two people- personal strands of a future, past and present.Two … Continue reading The Final Act →

Screaming in Circles

Rusted alcohol, I resist the dark, I resist the calls of Sweet nectar flowing from My veins. Salted tears, Into my numb blades, Thick with skin and the Promise to forget about My desire. Dulled mornings, I scream through the cycle And fall into a deep abyss of sleep, As icy urges of a sharp … Continue reading Screaming in Circles →

My Wednesday

Grey skies could be seen,A constant tapping of rain heard.My cold winter hands placed blue notes,Unfeeling cries andDead shivers in my chest.My buried pills andRusted blood were forgotten,A constant racing heartbeat heard,My emotionless finale.How blind I was when theDullness consumed me.Only touch allowed me to see the cold,How naive I was to think my endWas … Continue reading My Wednesday →

Winter Blues

Fogged up windows,Icy breath shiversCold water down my Cheeks.Blue warmth ofHot kisses fromCinnamon tea andSweet love.Painful words,Strummed onto stringsAnd written onto letters,Unsent.Longing gazesFrom inside glass windows,Snowglobed feelings,Hidden gifts.Frosted mornings,Overlooking bluebells,Snowdrops hangingTheir heads down low.