When I’m alone and I talk, with no one around to hear, am I really talking? Am I saying anything? Do my words exist? Or are my utterances forever lost to a climb into a sky that only grows colder the more it concedes to a natural vacuum?
Where Mercy Can’t Bring Herself to Sing Someone reaching up to Heaven’s bliss as it refuses to match his caring kiss. Someone reaching over to emptiness around, while a lost soul begs to be found. Someone reaching in to his heart’s truth: I don’t blame anyone for me being me.
Those Consumed by Inadvertent Nothing They all seem to see it, they all seem to see. Is solitary confinement what it means to be free? Madness and emptiness in rival existence. A hushing of it all at sanity’s insistence. Will no one solve the mystery of how to fancy someone who doesn’t feel love?
Toward One’s Forlorn Path And as my eyes sag their troubles, that’s how I know I’m on my own. And as rhyme stops flowing in every part of my life, that’s when I believe I lost my way. And as the empty space beside me on a bed of a single, dull nail refuses to… Continue reading 31-Day Poem: Day Seven
It was the blank space within that fueled his sadness. But if there was nothing there, what could there be to be sad about? What drove him to constantly question himself and how others saw him or didn’t see him? If there was nothing there, what drove them away? How could nothing be such a… Continue reading A Wish To Turn Off The Sun
Make me feel that I can face the day Speak a word, send fears away Wipe the rain as clouds bear gray Genuine smiles I will convey Make me feel that I am not alone Carry burdens from my bones Breathe your soft, melodic tones Each moment of joy I will condone Make me feel… Continue reading A Plea To Feel