It was around 10 p.m. when a lone car careened down the empty rural road, engine growling, disrupting the peace of a lonely night. Its headlights ploughed through the darkness ahead as it angrily chewed up the centre lines along the road, then spewed them out in the rear, back into the nothingness trailing in its wake. Reggie Morton sat in the driver’s seat of the Corolla, leaning forward, his fingers closed so tightly ar...

I went too far when I stripped myself of dignity and pride I went too far when I began knifing my pain into a bleeding puddle Just so I could compete for your affection So engulfed by you that I was willing to harm my sanity Into body dysmorphism I would kneel and wash your feet with my tears Kissing your hands as if it was a rite I went too far when I sold myself, cheaply When I gave my soul wholeheartedly to the grim re...

I turned around and looked up just as an arrow seared the air next to my face. I scanned the mountain side, looking for the projectile's owner. But in the dense woods, it was difficult to see. My heart began beating rapidly within my chest as the fear I would soon be killed slowly sank in. There was nowhere left to run, and nowhere left to hide. I turned and started half-running, half-sliding my way down the pine needle c...

When I look in the mirror what do I see...A face of ugliness, a freak staring back at me...I ain't pretty, or handsome, or anything special to look at...I hide away my face, my body because I look like that...When I look at myself, I see what you all see...A freak of nature, unlike the perfection I should be...God made me different, for people to laugh and stare...As some look at me, as a monster who will scare...The good...

The time will come when one must choose, to be barefoot or wear the shoes, to wear a gown or business suit, to cross my arms or lay them askew. The space is small so think it out, for without thought there is no doubt. The preparations may seem great but choose with very simple haste. For the hour will come before you know, the clock will stop and time is gone. So make up your mind before you go, just to ensure everyone k...

My mind is racing, With every word my brain spews on the page I feel part of my sanity come back. Part of my pain is lifted, Part of my heart mends itself, But only for a moment, Because once this poem is over, I get thrown into the darkest part of my head. In this place, I am told I am worthless, stupid, not worthy of life. I argue with voices inside me. Voices, so many voices circling me! I scream and scream, But no one...

He grabbed an incense stick and lit it,Watching the tip glowing, he remembered.It wasn’t something he wanted to remember,But it came to him. The fire. It took his family,His friends and his sanity.It left him with a fear of fire,And yet, he became an arsonist.He started fires to cope.He tried to comprehend the power,But all it led to was senseless destruction.Not just of whatever he set fires to, but him.He destroyed hims...

When you ask someone what Hell is like, They tell you the typical envisionment Below the earth's surface, alight with flame, Souls tortutured day in, day out But me? Hell is not lit by fires of torture, Nobody is there with you You are alone with your own thoughts; your personal Hell You die a little inside every day, almost every passing minute The Devil is your heart Your screams of agony are kept within, Your rib cage...

Sound IIIWho the hell am I? Where the hell do I live?In those certificates or On those online accounts or online avatars?W-H-O T-H-E H-E-L-L A-M I-?I'm fighting. And I have any idea what they’re, Could be my ‘Others’- you, society; Traditions, customs; practices and 'That'.I’m a product of social clashes and bindings, I bear the dreams and Unfulfilled ambitions of many!Where is mine? 

This poem was written several years ago now, when I was in a deeper, dark place and I think expressed much of my feelings at the time about loneliness, my disability and how people looked upon me.Sometimes I wonder, why I look how I do?Why God created me, so I could suffer what I go through?The pain, the suffering, the feeling of being hated,By all you people just for being created.I look in the mirror, and don't see my r...

“You’re asking me how it’s going?” I said incredulously. “How can you ask me that? I’m paralyzed and I’m dying, for god’s sake!” “Well you don’t have to be sarcastic!” came the response. “And besides, you’re not dead…..yet. By the way, my name is Waldo. Nice to meet you.” Waldo flew over my head singing ‘Getting to know you…..getting to know all about you…..’ I learned later that he often did things like that; he had been...

This is the story of an angel without a halo One day unlike an angel he wallowed What a paradox I am a creature of heaven But now I am in hell and lesser mortals on my heaven dwell If only I could get back my halo I would bring back the smiles And wipe tears away And touch people in my ‘angel way’ As he wallowed aloud The devil heard And thought for a while How the angel had served “just like heaven he served at hell” He...