It whistled as it ran
Its footsteps sank into wet ground
Wet with the blood of her tears
That fell without a sound
It ruffled the grass
And the blades danced along
Swaying to the beat of the drums
And only she can hear the song
A black umbrella, she carried
But it tried to lift away
She fought to keep it in her hands
But like her dignity, it escaped
She saw them clawing up
Their festered hands polluted the soil
But she could do nothing about it
Because no one else ever sees her turmoil
Her footsteps crushed their bones
But they had persistent hues
Hues, but not souls
And a new soul, she grew
She had too much compassion
And now has her own personal ghost
Tracing her every step
Encouraging to leave her post
He made her weak
But it was her mistake
She dug up his heart again
And make the vault of souls quake
Never again, she said
And let his heart go free
But it remained still in her hand
And she ceased to breathe

flask of kerosene

accompanied by matches

problems housed no more

springtime artistry:

floral inkblots bleeding through

winter’s blank canvas

Shiny boots of leather,
Black lipstick, ripped clothes,
Soft as a feather,
And wild as a rose.

At nightfall,
I'll sneak out
Hoping to catch
Your gleaming eyes
Staring at mine
Showing the message
My heart desires
Back when we
First laid eyes
Obviously showing
*Love at first sight

I heard the news on Facebook
I paid my respects on Twitter
you played so many great characters
to many to list them all
but my favorites were
Bicentennial Man
What Dreams May Come
Flubber
Jumanji
Mrs. Doubtfire
Hook
Mork & Mindy

You were truly amazing
one of the greats
the world will not be the same with out you
R.I.P Mr Robin Williams

She was wicked
because
she strutted through my kitchen barefoot
my glasses perched upon her nose
in a t-shirt
that was incredibly ****
though her dancing
resembled a frog.
She was wicked
because
my heart didn't break
it shattered
and the cruel fate of my love
is to continuously retrieve the pieces she tampered with
weld them together
because
I refuse to let go
of the memories.

She was twisted
in a way
we were practically intertwined
our bodies felt right
our minds were in tune
She was twisted
in a way
that I misunderstood
because she said she'd leave
but her laughs kept ringing
until I forgot the sting
in every way that I could
of those words
that meant
I'm leaving for good.