I'll swing to your madness,
the old ropes your dad tied to,
a backyard fun that's been wired
and shadows, come part to blind,
and yet, surprises to this fool,
I open my eyes to you smiling
and those snap moments of giggling....
Your hair getting wrapped up here
with the nose to nose of your cheeks.

the pieces of me
are not tender
and eyes darkened
skin so grey
as its been
over a year,
since I left
this prison

I have sores
of sleeping
with
the false
of wishing,

You holler
and wish
for my death
But Jesus
has
other methods
for here....

You
and
pretentiously
Mr Jones
so slowly
and acres
he's full
and unravels
as the tide pulls
and pummeling
is your spirit

of those teases
and the bullies
made you
into one such as him...
the mirror of fearing
of seeing the phantom

But angelic
are silently
tears fallin.....

Grinning ghouls giggling at girly goblins
Whispering wraiths raging infinite warfare
Shadowy smurfs silently in laughs stimulation
Winding rhinos en-rupting volcanic to the suns.

I emerge when you're not there,
I hid from the worse of the abuse,
skinny into the sheets near pockets,
I hid my breath and the trembling
My mother knew I was always there,
but gave me points for the evasion.....
My own blood and their siblings,
but I hid like a strange and magically
once here and freezing like a
fridge.
I can't stand heat but the cooling
and rain affects fragility of wool...

I'll break apart like a marble
of sledgehammer smashing
strangers of this fable,
I look the eye into darkness...

Heresy is a cursed word here
but its all I have ever known
since before and after dust's cleared
and too fatigue for weeds overgrown...

Strangers are often comfort and warm,
honestly without such a false charm
A shoulder for the days we so mourn
after bullies cause us shattering harm.....

Bleed into me like the tap's dripping
Fading Ghostly like a new spectrum
of failed repetitive of the names hissing
The rusty old end and a new beginning

I don't think this site is going anywhere but here's a very quick way to backup your poetry which I'll advise is important, anyway.

Click on your name, then Poems A to Z or latest
Click on "continue reading" for every poem as you make your way down on the page.
At the end, right click and choose to save as a html document
Done!

Dawn, raises up in silent,
to a flutter of made wings
evading beaks of Ravens
Wagtail's window humming,
Greeting as Mother protects eggs....
weary of eyes focused on her nest.

I could have been,
the extension
of a circus's worker's
not these
overblown
so many papers
of being
a civil
obediently
Accountancy
is a bore of
every morning....
running numbers....
and we seem to
be so excited
when its just
one more
or another,
of sequel of sums
to these *******.....
Its a waste of time.....
of the true events
of life's stimulation
pumping back in veins
and the secret of stations
of exchanging lanes....