March of The Damned
Our stranger walks Lowered head, shoulders stooped Eyes fixed on no point but down Tasting a bitterness we cannot know Carrying a load we cannot bear Walking a path we cannot trace He walks on…
Our stranger walks Lowered head, shoulders stooped Eyes fixed on no point but down Tasting a bitterness we cannot know Carrying a load we cannot bear Walking a path we cannot trace He walks on…
Feelings have a way of letting themselves be known… Sometimes its best to hide things until you’re sure, sometimes its best to shut up and keep things locked away. I decided that I had to…
Needed a break from work… and a conversation inspired this one
Reaching from the corner Enormous crushing hands Grabbing, holding, restraining Constricting and stiffening Belonging not to animal nor creature No childhood monster reaches forth No disembodied evil apprehends Yet reaching from the corner Curling fingers…
First in a while – another txt poem I never sent…
waking suddenly alone Such distance forged between us; both inches of cold impassable bedsheet, Rumples impossible to ascend. No hiking equipment with which to assist my journey Failure; through lack of preparation? Embarking anyway, believing…
I crave the chance to play guitar more often
I wake each morning alone Sunlight highlights my world With accented tones of newness In this new day unfurled It isn’t that I’m solitary You’re beside me all the while But my new start brings…
Two worlds Both mine Make an impact Make some time Smile contently That’s the sign That all is good here All is fine. Take a moment Feel resigned Both worlds are broken And both, are…
Can’t say the right thing As Curt or as Doof I don’t have the answers So I just stand aloof You don’t want my sympathy Nor a cynical bluff Whatever you do need I haven’t…