The love we let subside, the fear we try to so hard to hide, the hopes we dare not speak, and the nightmares we keep alive   Whether it's depression's blight, jealousy's sabotaging bite, or simple resentment and spite, all act as condemnations for the self   A host of symptoms that serve to bind, we give into loneliness and despair, pop the pills we are prescribed, or simply...

Added 31 Jan 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 631 | 1 Comment

I know what it means to stand alone, to be of the faceless and unknown, one of the unwanted and unloved, the condemned and shunned   To stand on the precipice of your own demise, with nothing to hold but your own hopeful lies, a disease or your ruin or your own mental maul, whatever it is that promises your fall   In a world that can be cold and cruel, you lie between the hammer...

Added 16 Nov 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 679

With all our chasing here and there, we get so busy with life’s chores, we barely have time for air, while we constantly seek more Stop for just a moment, leave behind the daily grind, all the worries and torment, the thoughts on your mind Close your weary eyes, and let yourself see, take a breath, release a sigh, just let yourself merely be The Sun’s warmth on your face, a quiet moment...

Added 17 Aug 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 518

A warm and muggy night, a frenzied city in respite, the clouds overhead shine, from all the city lights Concrete blocks stacked to the sky, reaching to the clouds up high, within a city of millions, but not a known soul nearby Surrounded by an endless sea, filled with sleeping neighbors, here alone, I can be free, a chance to simply be There are always others about, from the neon-lit bars,...

Added 16 Aug 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 513

Welcome to the masquerade, the gowns crafted and handmade, with not a thread in sight frayed, the beautiful on parade Don your chosen ornate mask, in the revelers, come bask, drink from the gold-laden cask, but for truth, don't you dare ask All of this is perfection, enjoy the scripted action, and those who play the motion, anything else, you can shun Here, we can all hide away,...

Added 12 Dec 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 810 | 2 Comments

This is a world of illusion, where truth gives way to fiction People say they want the real, but too much and they will bristle Where those who say they are open, lock you out when they are done, and the non-judgmental among us, will define you by your weakness They tell you to let your light shine though, but only if it stays out of their view, or that you're connected to all, while they...

Added 14 Dec 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 713

The things left unsaid, love that goes unshared, a soul that isn’t unbared, beautiful thoughts unspoken The fear of being misunderstood, or the crushing pain of rejection, of causing some form of tension, or not finding the words This just isn’t the time, you don’t want to be a burden, or make someone’s day darken, we fear the pain it might create You already know how it will go,...

Added 08 Dec 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 961

Tell me you love me, that you’re somehow able, I’ll believe your fable, I’ll feast at that table I’ll give you all you need, take whatever you can, whatever fills your greed, your hunger I will feed And when I hit the wall, after I start to believe, when you’ve left me to fall, after I've given my all There’s nothing left to take, no reason for the fake, you can leave like...

Added 26 Sep 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 607 | 2 Comments

Welcome to the funhouse, a place of dim light, acrid smoke, and twisting mirrors Where truth becomes lies, facts become pointless, hope is an act of desperation, and lies become creeds A place of unconditional love, where people hate you, because they love you, without ever knowing you Where the tolerant among us, are the most intolerant around, open-minded to all the things,...

Added 22 Sep 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 748 | 3 Comments

It’s a warm August night, a breeze wafts through the air, trees smoothly swaying in the wind’s gentle might, a billion points of wonder glow as if only for me, while the moon shines on in ever bright, the steady rhythm of oceans washes at my feet, here and now, so much is right ...

Added 04 Sep 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 680 | 4 Comments