there's a voice inside my head
that's screaming
raging for its death.
it's thrashing against the walls
clawing at the linings of the cage.

get it out

get it out

please get it out.

for i fear
it's going to be the death of me.
spreading from my head
to my body
like a poison
but one i can't seem to resist.

I wish I knew.
I wish I could see.
What burdens you what you think what's truly on your mind.
I wish I knew.
I wish I could see.
How you see me, how important I am to you.
I wish I knew.
I wish I could see.
What you do, who you're with.
I wish you know.
I wish you could see.
That I worry about you, that you consume my thoughts.
I wish you knew.
I wish you could see.
How much I miss you, how often I lay awake wishing to just hold you.


I wish you knew.....and I wish I could see

She is the reason I clench my fists-
another wave crashing against
an already broken ship.
Something held so fondly in the hands of
an ignorant little child
torn to pieces by belligerent claws
worn so elegantly by an otherwise
hideous temptress.

Oh, how you hate me.

One of these days, I will find another adventurous gypsy spirit to feel all of the pain, joy, sadness, struggle,  and triumph along with me as we wander; vagabonds and vagrants living like nomads. We will never live a materialistically glamorous lifestyle. But in the end, our experinces and memories will be the only religion we need. It will vitalize us spiritually and emotionally in a way that no other individual can comprehend. It will be euphoric, and it will be ours, and ours alone.

My eyes flutter
Close
Words fall from my lips in a stutter
Prose

I loosely turn my tangled neck
Sixty degrees
To my mangled wreck

I am alone.