She twirls
Her golden hair
Between her fingers
As she looks down
And begins
To ink her thoughts
For the hundredth
Time today
She figures
At some point
It will all make sense
And maybe
She can get this
Out of her head
And off her chest
But no matter
How many times
She recites the same lines
It will never bring
Back the love
She has lost
Or erase
The pain she has felt
And continues to feel
Each day
So she keeps on
Writing
Until her hand becomes numb
And the words
Become one
Jumbled mess
That she hopes
Will bring them back
Aug 4, 2023
Aug 4, 2023 at 4:49 PM UTC
I'm sorry
She sighs
To her ghost
As she puts
Down her pen
And picks up
The glass
I'm about done
With your hysterics
And your angst
I think you should go
So I can
Be alone
No
Replies her ghost
I will stay with you
Until the end
And you will
Never have to
Be alone again
She puts down her glass
And says
You are my only friend
Loneliness
Jul 31, 2023
Jul 31, 2023 at 7:42 PM UTC
Can i touch it?
She whispers
As she discreetly
Glances down
No you can't touch it
Not here
Not now
But you can look at it
He whispers back
As he gently
Puts his heart
Back in his chest
Jul 31, 2023
Jul 31, 2023 at 5:49 PM UTC
He smells like musk
A stench that
Will forever
Stain my nostrils
I can taste it
In my mouth
It's in the air
It's everywhere
I almost wished
He smelled like ****
Because at least then
I could learn
To forget
Jul 31, 2023
Jul 31, 2023 at 4:39 PM UTC
She feels strange
In a house
That isn't a home
Confined
To her thoughts
That won't leave her alone
Her tears
Fall at night
For hours it seems
Until her eyes close
And she escapes
To her dreams
She is afraid
She will lose
All that she has
In a world
That she's built
With the time that has passed
The hearts she has touched
And the ones
That touched hers
The love she has felt
Is not the love
She prefers
Jul 31, 2023
Jul 31, 2023 at 4:25 PM UTC
Her hand gently grazes mine
As she leans her head close
And she looks at me
Our eyes meet
Its okay
I already know what you're going to say
I love you too
I read it
On her lips
Before she smiles
And lays her head
On my chest
This is where I belong.
Jul 29, 2023
Jul 29, 2023 at 4:28 PM UTC
She quietly closes
The door behind her
Slowly and gently
She's done this before
Waits for the click
And tiptoes
Down the hall
Careful of all the spots
That creak and groan
Under her feet
In the darkness
She can make out
The outlines of doorways
She knows
He's in the second one
But she needs
To make it to the third
To kiss
Her son goodnight
Outside the first door
She pauses
To catch her breath
To adjust her weight
To calm her nerves
This is when
It matters most
That she keeps
Her composure
And does not
Look back
Outside the second door
She strains her ears
To catch a sign
The slightest trace
That he's asleep tonight
And not awake
Waiting
She listens close
And shuts her eyes
Not just to focus in
But to pray
That just this once
She can
Kiss her son goodnight
The silence
Encourages her
To push on
To the third door
She takes a step
And just like that
The second door
Bursts open
With enough force
To shake the house
And she looks into
The blood red face
Of the man she once knew
The man she once loved
The man that now
Raises his hand above
His loving wife
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
One night, when my head lay nestled
Softly against some down,
One night in particular I was awakened by a sound.
Perhaps I am dreaming? I thought to myself.
But if I am dreaming,
How can I ponder to myself?
Awake.
Yes I am certain of this.
Awoken from my slumber it is obvious.
But why? Is what I wonder.
Why so suddenly?
And sure enough the answer,
Was right in front of me.
A rappity tap
A rappity tap TAP TAP
Subtle..but I heard that.
I slowly lower myself from bed,
Careful not to bump my head.
I tippity-toe
tippity-toe
To my bedroom door
Which of course,
To my remorse
Is on the upper floor.
I peer around the corner,
But I know that no one is home.
Its just me and Mr. Mittens
Other than that,
I'm all alone.
I creep along the hallway,
Careful not to alert my guest
I stop atop my spiral staircase,
And listen closely for the rest.
Bingity boom
Bingity BOOM BOOM!!
That was definitely in my living room!
Wide awake and terrified,
I grip the railing very tight.
Step
by
step
I ease along,
Bumping every picture on the wall.
My heart is pounding in my chest.
I need a second to catch my breath.
1...
2...
3...
Its quiet now or so it seems..
4...
5...
6...
Maybe thats the end of it.
I take a breath and begin to step..
Zippity zap!
ZIPPITY ZAP! ZAP!
Something just flew by so very fast!
Thats it I've had enough!
Enough of all this really weird stuff!
I MARCH right into the living room,
And walk right into a zooming
zoom!
ZOOM!
A lamp goes crash
CRASH!
A fur ball goes dash
DASH!
Aha! I marvel at the scene.
A scene that is EXACTLY as it seems.
"MR. MITTENS YOU DROP THAT MOUSE!
NO MORE ROUGH HOUSING AROUND MY HOUSE!"
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
There I lay,
A motionless meat sack,
Curled into a ball
Like a terrified grayling.
Visible only by
The flickering flame
Of a small camp fire
As it licks the crisp
Autumn air.
Like a cat,
I am not fully asleep.
I allow myself only
To rest my mind and eyes,
While my ears
Are prepared for attack.
The night is silent,
Except for the eerie whistling
Of the wind as it
Navigates the leafless trees.
I let the spiders
Investigate my body,
For there are much more
Terrifying monsters
Lurking in these woods.
Crrrrrr
uuuunnnn
ccchh
My eyes open wide,
And my hand shoots quickly
Into my pack to retrieve
A small rusted hunting knife,
Given to me by a man
At a gas station
(Who did not need it anymore).
It wasn't much.
But when facing the unknown
You must rely on more
Than intuition.
C
R
A
C
K
!
Somewhere nearby,
A branch splits from its trunk,
And hits the forest floor
With a deafening
T H U D
I jump to my feet,
Stomp out the fire,
And press my back against
A narrow birch tree.
Silence.
I wait.
Breathing heavily,
As if I just ran a mile,
I tense and strain my ears
To detect the direction
Of the approaching beast
Kkkeeeerrrunnchhh!!!
I swallow what feels
Like a tennis ball.
Something is close.
Only a few feet away.
It undoubtedly knows
Exactly where I am.
The air smells of burning wood,
And my flesh must smell like supper.
I take a deep breath
(Probably my last),
And lurch out of the darkness
To attack the beast,
And W H A M!!
I smack right into,
My wife.
"What the hell are you dreaming about?
Come back to bed before you hurt yourself! "
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
If you think
You're safe
In the arms of
A lover
Then why
Do your legs
Tremble
Like the ground
Beneath
An approaching train
Razor hands
Will cut you
Open
Like
A can of peas
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC