Silent as the cool night sky,
Yellow in the moonlight,
Time ticks past an hour,
Racing to the memories,
Slipping, sliding, standing still,
Laying on the floor,
Red as blood and soft as silk,
Kept alone, without,
Time ticks,
Slowly moving on.

Twisted inside
demented in dreams,
I fear the demons
that make me scream.

The nightmare, the pain,
the evil inside
No tears, all fears
All night do I cry.

Come darkness no light
cursing my soul
nowhere do I turn
I run and I crawl

No escape from this place
Inside of this hell
Pounding and pounding
Stop ringing the bell

© Silent Screams

Hopeless is true,  I listen despite
Ears embrace footfall from the pitch of the night
I tumble slow and reach below to extinguish a candlelight glow
The edges fade to border blue, I whisper soft forging words, untrue, my simple lonely," baby I love you."
But my imaginations walking is soon shattered by a knocking and I find my door unlocking.
Red gates of illusion crack sensitive eyes today as the door slowly swings my way and you say, as you drop your sack of black,  that earlier today you don't remember why you felt the lack of my ok to just drop in and say hey. Kickback relax.
How in your brain I find a knowledge that laid in mine.
Justifiable ?  Unlikely pliable.  Oh I see its a feminine fog. With swaying hand I cut this smog, smoke clears, visions scare me and she  eminates a distraught , Jeremy.
Now clear to earthly eyes a shadowed woman whose thoughts untie words from subtle lips confused words so often outright abused.
Your actions all imply that your words are lies.
I remember the nights I cried. My loss of youthful pride.
I volley quickly my reply as your offer I deny.
Hopeless is true.

I'd wonder if you truly want me
and then I'd remember,
you'd say you were afraid of commitment.

I'd wonder what made you kiss me
and then I remember,
all you want is ***.

I'd wonder why you'd look at me
with swirls of blue slow dancing in your eyes,
and that glimmer of hope ignited in my bones
and then I'd remember,
you always told me I was "hot".

I'd wonder why you grabbed my hand like that
and intertwined your fingers with mine
then I'd remember,
you did things like that on your own accord
and when I asked if you'd hold my hand,
you always refused.

I still wonder if you meant it
when you said you loved me
but then I remember when I asked you,
"Do you love me like I love you, or...?"
You responded with, "Like I want to ******* love"

I wish I never loved you.
I wish I still didn't.

I wish you would ******* love me back...

*But you won't.

Angels singing could not have sounded better
Than the first time I said your name to myself
Hopelessly in love and wishing to breathe that name
Against
Your lips

You may hate it, but I’ve never heard a name
I want to say
As much
As yours

It starts as a flutter in my chest
Rushing up my throat and pouring from my mouth
Like fog spilling over
A hill
At dawn

Sugar coated words whispered
Over electronic meetings
The morning birds join me
In my
Song

Audrey
Faith
McKee

A small girl sees a doll
Her name is Lucy
It's holding up 3 fingers
Her mother buys it
The girl goes home
She plays with this new doll
She names her Mindy
The girl is called to dinner
She falls asleep soon after
Carried off to bed
The doll is forgotten on the step
The girl hears a noise in the night
"Lucy I'm on the first step"
In a glassy voice
They a thump and a drag
"Lucy I'm on the second step"
Thump, drag
"Lucy I'm on the third step"
Thump, drag
"Lucy I'm on the fourth step"
Thump, drag
"Lucy I'm on the fifth step."
Thump, drag
On until step eighteen
"Lucy I'm at the landing"
Thump, drag, thump, drag
Foot steps towards the door
Thump, drag, thump drag
A soft knock on the door
"Lucy I'm here"
The door creaks open
The footsteps approach
The girl is paralyzed with fear
The comforter at the end of the bed pulls
The doll appears
She crawls across the bed
"Hello Lucy"
She holds up four fingers in a wave
The dolls holds a knife
"Goodnight Lucy"

I turn to face my shadows face,my shadow turns away..
..but I burn with curiosity to see those features.
Someone wrote..
That shadows are just creatures of the night..that's not right.
I don't believe that crap..
..my shadow's always got my back and I believe..
that when I wear my heart upon my sleeve it's got a shadow too.
Do you?

My shadow follows everywhere but I have noticed at odd times it doesn't seem that it is there..at those times I feel bare.
Sometimes it wants to box.
I think I'd knock the socks off it..so I just sit and pass an hour or two..that's how it goes for me.
The shadow sees..the shadow knows..again that's how it goes.

But I would love to see the face of that which follows every place I go.
You'd think by now I'd know that shadows are so very shy.
I wonder why
Do you?

So I shall wait a bit..turn quick and I might catch a look..if my shadow mistook my movement for a twitch.
I think I'll wait for evermore to catch my shadow out..If I shout..spin roundabout it always seems to know just what it is I want it to show..
And it's always,always a never no go..
..my shadow just will not show.
Its face