The anonymous connection,
a sort of social disconnect.
A freedom of speech,
though not socially correct.

Able to find out
half the world across.
The broadest topics,
the tiniest loss

Images and moving pictures,
Different kinds of art.
Differing opinions,
pulling all apart

Learning all the facts,
the tiny and the small.
Putting it out there
visible to all.

Pop a pill a day just to crack a smile
Stare at a mirror, frown reflected back
Wipe the sleep from haggard eyes for a while
Now waiting for the phantom’s smile to crack
The daily progression of this sorrow
Bringing a lonesome and mind numbing pain
Healing slowly, today, tomorrow
A chuckle, a grin, happiness to feign
It should not take chemistry to make me
Feel something, anything but desolate
From chemistry, my mind contorted be
While senseless enough to self-isolate
The struggle for happiness, all my life
Not innocuous, fear lend to strife

Something dark and foreboding,
remembrance of the past.
Soliciting seamless aggression,
seemingly at last.

When vagueness eludes,
nothing seems to return.
Memories seem to delude
another chance to learn

What seemed a waterfall
is under mechanical power.
Ideas used to impress themselves,
waterfall’s a shower.

If the river is dried now,
I hope it’ll flood soon.
Sick of monotonous effort,
mind seems out of tune

A killer’s look,
and empty stare.
Convictions not so humble,
question what is fair.

Just like a maelstrom heading to the sea
Living my life both quiet and alone
My life, my times, in her head should not be
Still she comforts as if for years she’s known
How can she understand my bittersweet
Laments, residing deep within my soul
Comfort and hope I see when our eyes meet
She pulls me out of my deeply dug hole
Refuting my love in rejection kind
Instead insisting that she loves us all
The kind hearted heart to whom my mind pined
The foreknown knowledge caused my hope to pall
Despite whatever it is that she rends
The damage is never what she intends

Is it the monsters
that hide in the closet?
Or the ones
that we deposit?

Dark murky corridors
reek of must and mold.
Crumbling gothic castles,
dungeons are damp and cold.

Even with sprawling cities,
High and low they grow.
Creepies and the crawlies
and all the fears we can know

From the corner of the eye,
a flash or shadow you see.
If it’s visible,
how scary can it be?

Early rise
agony
shattered hopes
and betrayal

The moss
on the mind
Slug-like
or snail

Emotionless chasm
falling for years
A ledge held on to
doomed to fail

Spiraling downward
for eternity
Dreams crumble in to
Reality’s jail

How fickle
emotions are
Elation and joy
seem so far

Darkness perceived
by others
inwardly ignored
hiding true colors

Concerns, meaningless
Help, ignored
Time, limited
Pride roared

Ultimatum faced
with grim humor
Appointments faced
with bold horror