Letting Eve in (Draft).

My hero turned out to be a monster,
it sinks further in my chest; frail leaves
and empty words spill—spill

O’ I had bad dreams.

O I had bad dreams; I was wooded into the sand,
lady, I am dead from you all

Some demonstrations of sorrow (Draft).

I found a dead deer in the road
at the same time my dad told me not to look;

Do not tell me what I was.

Do not tell me what I was
to redraw that cold war face,
to see a woman of what I bleed

Band Rehearsal Chronicles #1.

I lost myself in the music—I often did, just like when my guitar strap fell off while in the middle of a song we were playing once. I didn’t stop a beat as I got down on my knees to keep playing.

Alive (to drown).

You are a fool, you are death,
where eyes decipher
the plea in the thorns
of a mother’s tree

The child inside.

inhabiting a box
the pensive death-maddening
burdens
a heart under the moon

A thorn in her side.

If I was the poet with a thorn in my side,
I was; I brought another drop
from the gardens on these hands
and this body of stone;

she takes.

if shyness shamed
the oceans slaughting
a bag of bones, it lain a stentorian love
if shyness shamed
she recalls in deathly naught the beguile
of roses, adulterated by her fingers,
written in verses yet morose

in ashes I subside.

stalk,
the shaking rain
of white lies split in my head
whored forgotten to snakes;

to in a dream.

has died,

beautiful dreamer

“Silence” by FromtheHeart.

When the quiet hits the room
Like a silent bomb, it arrives
And in the silence- a lonely feel
It comes in a pretty disguise.

Hey.

you can never hear my voice,

but you will see my eyes shift to the ground

spending reflection—who are you,

you, you are little known,

and that’s okay, as a faceless shore,

we do not need to be known.

Forgotten (to silence).

Stare at the ceiling,
I am an afterthought,
dreams cast
forgotten memories
in twilight’s tongue
rivaling alone

Look at all the eyes.

Look at all the eyes
of humanity and light
cry into blood-welling
forgotten in unbridled free verse;

Eyes.

Solitude
arrayed in language
unnoticed in its death,
as the leaves survive
the siege of winter