entrapment

doubt and unease sits underneath
my ribcage.
panic and turmoil rumble throughout
my stomach.
pain and agony pulsate around
my skull.

are there remedies to these
conditions?
do the have an answer to my
problems?
how will i ever make it in
life?

when will i get to escape from this
being i am locked inside?

summer day

six am deserves my eyes, waking up next to you would be such a nice surprise. but your father’s health and your mothers smile, keep bouncing in my head with denial. well with winter gone and spring now here, when will there be time for us my dear.

the morning wind is brisk and fine, sweat drips down my back as the sun tries to shine. the newspapers say the town is doomed, i just thought it was something that everyone assumed. when i come running up to you on your front porch, with your embrace like a burning torch.

afternoon naps with the weather, as we watch the crowded streets together. your fathers coughs and maniacal laughs, while he informs us of statistics of love on charts and graphs. and dinner tastes like it smells, as your cats look onward from their miniature cells.

suddenly i feel the moon, days like these make may seem like june. and the quiet sounds that we hear, looking constantly for something to appear. but these calm summer nights, lead to so much more than city lights –

the stars just shine for us to keep on moving along.

shadowy figures

the fleeting fears of melancholy will soothe you in to slumber. the demons of your daunting dreams will wake you in a sweat.

agony and misery go hand in hand my friend. just the same as treachery and deceit will follow you to your grave.

but worry not about that which you have no control. guide yourself to rise above those who dig their own hole.

quite sure the sadness that you wish to elude, yet sits above your shoulders – will soon take advantage of the slowing pace and slit your throat completely.

statement

the architecture of your surroundings guide you to the curvature of the earths deceptive view. 

it’s not a matter of your eyes being closed or the sun being hidden behind dark clouds of condensation. 

the rhythm you feel under your feet doesn’t wait for you to balance out and return unaltered. 

the sun will scathe you with its rays and bleach  your bones until they crack from fear and desperation. 

desire to be alive and the path to life will not be a journey or a destination – it will be a statement of what you were. 

pyre

cast off the tips of blue flames
the crackle of the burning embers
warmth emitting from the core
light casting shadows
as fuel burns quickly
everything weakens
flames hinder
embers burn out
warmth turns cold
light disappears

darkness is only a spark away
to bring me back