I saw you perched there,
Like a cat in a window-
Cliché to say the least,
but beautiful nonetheless.

Moonlight glinting off your hair
bathing the room in silver.

Change the 'in' to an 'and' and remove the 'n' from 'window'-
A Cat and a Widow, humorous right?
"The old cat lady,"
Imagine that, another cliché.

Thine soul is fragile-
Inorganic hammered steel;
A fabrication

Church bells rung slowly;
A sound unfamiliar here-
In my sinful mind.

Relentless and endless,
Rocky cliffs faced with waves the size of
Mt Everest, the tallest of all the mountains;
Utterly insurmountable to the naked eye, unforgiving.

Relentless and breathless,
I faced those waves and those mountains,
Eyes fastened to the future in front of me-
Wishing once more for guidance-it never came.

Relentless and hopeless,
I strove for greatness, the ess of which could and can not be quantified-
Yet I found myself drowned in a pool of my own hubris-
For what does anyone want but greatness?

Thus my story ends, piercing blue eyes closed, no excess of sadness in this city,
I guess what I ought to say is that hope is priceless, and for those of you who disbelieve, I pity.

As far as the ear could see,
there were whispers-
let once upon flowers,
whose petals wilted and died thereafter.

i.
Secrets don't make friends
this I know for sure

past lives and past times,
feed me the broth of your lies.
Lightly it grazes my lips;
the skin stretched over my bones trembles,
malnourished.

ii.
Words will never hurt me
what a lie that was

"What's the tea"
"Ooooohhh, I love drama!"
spill your guts heathen,
expel all that which you would rather hide.

iii.
Make sure you don't miss twice.
If you do, that might just give me a shot to survive

Whispers carried on the air like silence in a vacant room,
vacant like a widows heart-
filled with thoughts of yesterday and before.


Let me be, lest you whisper me into eternity.

Time ticks slowly by-
the nights end draws near,
and blessed be the ones
I never saw so clear.

For changes are a comin'
and this I know is true,
for me and you and everyone
on our sacred blue.

Lest we fail in growth
and life moves on the same.
we have not much in this world,
besides ourselves to blame.

Whistling a tune
Whilst the ocean waves good bye;
Forever stuck in my own mind.

My thoughts are too loud,
deafening even,
Like an eruption in my skull.

Lonely:
An ocean waving both good bye and hello.
Pointlessly waiting for a response.

what is there to do,
besides- sleep -nobody listens anyway,
So like the ocean, I retire as the moon rises:

slowly,
I,
creep,
back,
into darkness.