They met out of mutual appreciation
towards their artistic expressions,
becoming slaves of free will;
incarcerated within their choices.

She wanted to be with him
to follow his footprints, no matter, wherever;
even if the journey led to Hell.

His fingerprints smudged deeply upon, her soul.

She said three words that left him devastated;
Her lips now covered with silence. Sitting in limbo
trying to make sense of it all.

A moonless night conceals the reasons.

She still writes about those moments;
delving into those times to reveal whatever
she missed about herself.

Changes flowing between life and death;
acuity erased by emotions. The long walk
along the path of understanding.

The images within her mind portray a song,
fading like forgotten lyrics.

She lingers upon the corner of exposed
intimacy; pricking her finger on the
point of fallacy.

Small drops of crimson nepotism
releasing clarity. The lessons
smeared within the inked blots
interpreted inconsistently.

She forgot the meaning of her poetry;
her passions defiled within the filthy
knowledge. Crying for days, it was all
she could do to remember.

He took his finger to write
A poem on the dusty window glass
His thoughts lost within the afternoon
Sunlight; mesmerized by the kaleidoscope
Playing with his childish inhibitions.

The dark sky erases another
Sunset. Reflections of joy
Barely seen beneath the
Moonlight.

He confused a nightmare with
An opportunity;
Never recognizing the signs,
Too busy
Chasing the dream.

Touched by falling feathers
From the Angels abandoning
His presence. Oblivious
Towards the path stopping
At the cliff’s edge.

Stepping away;
His emotions left to fall.
Touched by the woman
He once scorned. She opens
Her arms, accepting his infinite despair.

All the pain he hid behind
The walls she took, into her *****;
Helping him cleanse his weeping
Soul.

The plot thickens; he played the game
so timid, so close to victory,
tasting a hint of defeat.
The game of his life,
trashed and trodden
beneath unexpected cowardice.
Jack Daniels slowly evaporating
within the cool glass; nerves
growing numb to personal sentiments
listening to insensitivity plea for attention.
Clinging to that moment,
promising something different;
feeling the heat of amber ***** eating away
the remains of expectations.

Nothing is as it seems;

illusions glimmer

within the afternoon light.  

Daydreams,

rolling cascades of fiction

beneath a tired brow.  

Waiting…

wondering…

heartbeats of folly

to fill the emptiness.

Smiling now the mask

hiding this naked pain; the

brightness of feigned joy

illuminates this distinction

of a fool.

Broken pieces
of my shattered soul
gathered in my
shaking hands.

Another long
winter…
breathing in
toxins;
cold air
filling my lungs.

Retreating behind
enclosed walls…
frightened;
suffocating vulnerability.

Touching the unknown,
feeling
its misinterpretation;
listening
to the silence…
waiting.

The lights keep flickering;
darkness reaching out between
the flashes of daydreams.
Memories damaged by perceptions,
left alone in this empty room.