The little girl standing in the corner
so alone and dim
Her eyes closed tight
Her head bowed down
Her little fist tightened

Punished for what
Punished for not

The little girl crying in the corner
so scared and afraid
Her bottom reddened
Her tears falling
Her little heart broken

Punished again for what
Punished again for not

The little girl lying in the coffin
so still and asleep
Her soul missing
Her smile saddened
Her little life taken

Punished for what
Punished for not

Open the bottle
Tilt the flow
Down the poison
Easy it goes

Blurred out vision
No straight line
Tilt it back
Feeling fine

Fourth drink down
One more pill
Stomach turns
Crazy ill

Half the bottle
Can not stand
Force it more
Hear the band

Head is spinning
Up on top
Fingers numb
Have to stop

No more ***
I want it more
Body craving
I am a *****

The shadowy man followed me home
from Finnegan's Pub on 52nd St. last night.

This was first time I had ever saw him.

Stop.. the silence is deafening
Our words thunder clap our emotions
The world will listen to every syllable
that drops from our pen
For we are the poetic tool of the modern society

Haunted at the mist.
Shadows swallow me whole.

Visions of the past.
Shadows beckon my call.

Summons of the evil.
Pierces at the heart.

Casting out the spells.
Pierces every part.

The crooked mirror which hangs on the black wall fills my eyes with tortured pictures of myself
I stare at it every hour and I see ME!!
I see the views of what is inside and out
The scars, the bruises, the mind and the heart

I have tried many times to look away,
but I am forced to face it head on with my empty blank stare, while my head is strapped against the boards .

But what am I really looking at? You tell me

The eyes, the nose, the mouth, and the ears
I am confused by the gray, pixelated portrait of this image that is staring back at me

There is no emotion or temperance
Only a stale, black and white image of me
Nothing more
For I have accepted this cruel view for which I have been dealt

So now I will close my eyes, close the chapter and sleep forever

We wait and wait, we wait til the time travels forward. The time, when tensions rise past the rows of gratitude and the fallen.

One young man asked me the other day "When will I see the elephants"
My humble response was with a resolve, "I don't know son, but when the parade starts, you will shortly know"

Gratious souls scurry in lines to defend their homes against the tyranny of the enemy.
Days would pass, one after another, waiting for the call of action, waiting for their turn to fire back.

A warning shot was heard from across the horizon. Clusters of smoke peaked through the forest trees,
arms exploded with each pull of the trigger.

Dropping like flies on a hot summer day. Men of all ages laid dead on the battlefield.  You could smell death in the air as the winds of change shifted ever so slightly.

That same young man, to whom was waiting for the parade, had been shot next to his heart. He laid fallen across my lap. I held his head ever so gently. My hands quivered with sadness and solemn tears.

Pierced just once by the bullet, a single hole in his chest bleed slowly across his body. With his glazed over eyes and a slight smile of his face, he whispered to me, "I saw the elephants and tell my wife goodbye"

I held his hand as he took his last breathe.

That parade was his final battle and seeing the elephants was his final moment.

Hit rock bottom.
My lungs burn.
Cold steel jungle.
Never did learn.

Ink on the arm.
Stories do tell.
Life behind bars.
Sure is hell.

Many empty nights.
Lost in my dream.
One last tear.
In silence do I scream.

I am creative, not coordinated.
I am complex, not simplicated.
I am dark, not illuminated.
I am here, not alienated.

I am a now,  a dark, a complex and a creative poet.

Beware if you are afraid of the dark and watch your step as you leave.

Bore a hole
inside my brain,
open it up
and watch it drain.

Thoughts and dreams
waste away,
seeing nothing,
can not stay.

Mouth pinned shut
with wires and steel,
No screams of torture,
bloodied and sealed.

Lie naked on the slab,
Y on my chest,
You ripped my heart out,
I died like the rest.

Time gone
Shadows before
Cast on the wall
Lost soul abort

Crushed sign
Eyes shut
Heart stops
So abrupt

Rain down
sad drops
Good bye
Cries stop

Separate the touch
distant is more
Left all alone
Empty little *****

Unfair does it have to be
Laying in bed in half a stupor
Dazed with sleepless pain
It is but another way to suffer

Deja vu in reverse, memories hated
Like yesterday's dreams of torture and malice
Plastic veins injected to hear the call
The disease returned upon us

You break down our walls
You take our moments and minds
with no purpose or intent
Fear will not keep us from living

You hide inside of us
only to mask your hateful crime
You run cowardly away
You have taken lives but you will not take mine

You can not rain
on my black parade.
Your words can't hurt me,
Are you playing a charade?

You are not in my mind
and I am not in yours.
Not understanding,
your word choice is poor.

Respect is but earned,
trust is simply kept,
honesty is but certain,
May you never forget.

We are just pawns
in the game of life.
Playing it solo
or living in strife.

So, I will take your words,
with a small grain of salt.
Taking it in,
it's not all your fault.

Does this poet
put down his pen?
Dark sadness grips tight,
tearing his skin.

Ripping his heart out,
buries his soul.
Feeling all tortured
and taking it all.

Looking about,
at all of the gloom.
Stirs up the ***,
sweeping his broom.

His mind is a mess,
seeking an answer.
Alone in the parlor,
with no private dancer.

His ink had dried up
and his pages were heavy.
One lasting poem,
come home, nice and steady.

Walk down the valley
Seeing no sun
Fade in the shadows
Casts of everyone

Every corner is a game
Win, lose or death
Tipping over fear
One final breathe

Cracks across the moon
Cry myself to sleep
Pull the blanket over
Silence is the creep

Minutes fade forever
Time is only pure
Ingested bloodstream poison
Leave this place for sure

No one understands
Standing in my place
Knotted up inside
Staring face to face

Fetal as a fever
Crazy simple man
Time is all but over
Execute the plan

If you go and try your hardest to figure me out, you will fail.  All the intangibles are in place as you will see, but you will die from complete exhaustion with your first attempt. I do wish you the best of luck for trying. So seize that moment and let me hear your silent screams!!

A pull of the cord illuminates the neon sign
Invisible gases pass through the glass tubes
They flicker for a split second
Then they begin to glow

It reads, "NO VACANCY"
A glowing symbol for "leave us the **** alone"
or "get lost" .. to which one applied to me
HELL I didnt know.
Each single red letter determined my fate

I needed a place to lay my head down,
to rest the troubles of my life
You know the ones
The torment, the abuse, the bullying, the screams and the pain and those are the easy ones

Pounding on the keymaster's door,
I yelled at the top of my lungs
"Please give me a key"
But still no answer
Then my ears deceived my brain..
Finally, words that interrupted the silence

I waited for more
But silence pursued my mind once again
I pounded harder this time
Slamming my fist into the wooden door, my face turning beet red with anger and the veins pulsating in my neck as if they were about to burst like a balloon

Crash!! The tender glass shattered, breaking into a million pieces, ricocheting off my face as each piece began to dance waltzes on the distant floor

The door creaked open
It was then, just as I was about to ring the bell
My eyes opened wide
I woke up blurry from that nightmare
Strapped tight to an asylum's gurney

I couldn't move, pressured to the bed with ruthless white straps
Imprinting the cold metal buckle onto my forehead
I was trapped insane

That red neon sign glowed once again
This time in plain sight
Only a few feet from my eyes
My sight grew weary and my mind grew numb

The sign was clear and read "NO VACANCY INSIDE MY BRAIN"

Breathless transition
between life and death
Soul floating above
No, STOP!!
I am not done living
Point of no return
Seeing the light
Pulls you up
Cold chills
Not going
Soul returns
Alive again
In between

Poetic ink
Dotted in blacks
Paint the page
Still something lacks

Memories wiped
my painted dreams
Ripped me solid
along faded seams

Belong I do not
by any accord
Words are my muse
Left at the door

Taken away
in slumber by night
Nothing forbidden
Defused by the light

Afraid what might come
in wonderless waves
Walked straight on
into pitch black caves

Written on the walls
stories are told
My muse left alone
The ink will be bold

I see stories in people's face
The elder lady
The younger teen
The middle aged married guy

All the happiness in their smile
The hard ache in their eyes
I have never walked in their shoes
Never heard their voice

Born to live
Heartaches seek pain
Worlds and hearts  apart
Don't cross the line

Hit me
Hurt me
Smack me
Bruise me
and you say you love me

We are all broken a little
Life is never that simple

From one simple  breathe of life
our tragedy is but strife

To the last breathe we breath
sleeping now is such reprieve

Did I not deserve one moment of your time?
I stared at the walls, I was crying blind.

You were not there, I had no other.
A sister, a mother, but where was my father?

I wanted to talk, I wanted to grow
I felt betrayed with no place or no home

I was left scared, with no place to turn.
No father to run to, I was feeling astern.

Time passed by, I remembered what mattered,
all of my innocence, all but shattered

I found your headstone many years later,
I cried many tears, I found my father.

Can we live to dream the impossible dream?

Where temperance and virtue have meaning,.

Where character stands for something stronger than the blank faces we tend to hide behind

Where words are powerful and are not some desolate idea of constant torture toward others

Where lives are not destroyed by bullets but prosper with kindness and love

Where we help the healing wounds of others instead of cutting the scar deeper

Where the colors of our skin are not seen but the whole person is viewed from the inside

Where we don't burn our cities to the ground when our leaders can't even shake hands and their evil grins continue to bounce off the wall

Where we breathe the same air without ******* in the toxic fumes that continue to choke us to death

Where we see through the same lens without them foggy up because of the destruction of the world

Can we live to dream the impossible dream or is the impossible dream impossible to dream when we continue to live?

You are my heart and soul
You are my simple breath that keeps me grounded

I dreamt I was lying,
forever dying.

Death is a question,
Life's but a mention.

I dreamt I was sitting,
forever believing.

Sadness is pure fear,
Happiness is but sheer.

I dreamt I was standing,
forever pandering.

Sight is not seeing,
blindness is but believing.

I dreamt I was writing,
forever sighing.

Hearing has no sound,
Listening is to bound.

I dreamt I was fed,
forever I was dead.

Balled up in the corner,
Head down to my knees.
This is my concealment.
This is my only plea.

Too afraid, to stand alone
against the evils that were sent.
They will never go away,
I am trying to repent.

Sin combined with lust,
greed within my head.
Falling off the cliff,
soon I may be dead.

Injected in my soul,
with tracks upon my arm.
Do I hang the rope?
Or do myself no harm?

Seeking no way out,
Seeing the illusion.
Drop another dose,
and take another poison.

Take away this pain
and sacrifice my soul.
I don't deserve to live,
So bury me in the hole.

This is my story,
so it will be.
Open your eyes,
but don't cry for me.

Started at five,
dad home from work
I had to grab him a beer,
oh, what a ****!!

Everyday he came home,
more drinks would follow,
off came the belt,
making me hollow.

Yelling commenced,
my mom on the floor,
"What did you say,
You ******* *****! !"

My screams were but silent,
in my own empty head.
Get out of this place,
wished I was dead.

Many years did follow,
of abuse on the walls,
Pounding and slamming,
No crying no calls

I never did laugh
and never did smile.
Just went to school,
getting by for awhile.

What is the last poem that I will ever read?
Make it amazing, so I can sleep.

Give me a mountain, give me a stream,
Give me the sky, drop me in dream.

Do I see the Raven or To Whom the Bell Tolls?
The House of the Seven Gables seen as it falls.

If there is any heavens by e.e. Cummings,
Listen very closely, the angels are humming

I feel my final breathes, leaving my soul.
The final poem that read was one of my own.

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

Whispers in a dream state
begs you to wake me

Blasphemous rumors
spread so thin,
create false hopes
and temptation within.

Infectious blisters
bursting with ****.
Scraping the bubble,
Tension is must.

Finding the lies,
that give us no hope.
Stand very tall,
cut down that rope.

Breathing again,
feeling alive.
No downward spiral,
not going to die.

I write with my pen,
sometimes I just do it.
Writing my muse,
Just call me a poet.

I sleep, I dream in a pitch black world
Canvas made of cotton, blood soaked and soiled

I dream not in color but many shades of gray
Pulse is risen sharply, time to go and play

Visions I see of horror, creeping in the dark
Shadows in every corner,  time to leave it's mark

Strapped down with failed emotions, I fell down in a violent  blunder
I hear the hooves of  horses, rolling crazy thunder

Can't wake up, from this nightmarish pain
Knocked down the door, hear me screaming again

Beat passed the abandoned houses and ranschackled shacks
Splinters on the floor, my toeless sock taps time with the rats

Do you hear their tiny feet dancing on the door mat?

The only pain I know is when I see  myself looking forward and then I look back

Back at the shadows on the wall,
this space is not meant for me at all.

I began crawling on my hands and knees, through the mud filled lies and suicidal cries, condemning you to
moments of frozen time.

But wait a minute. Is it all in my mind?
I dont know, hold on but now I feel fine.

Black soon white,
Here now then,
Appearing so deeply
that evil grin

Soulless blank face,
with a hard piercing gaze,
I am grinding deeper
inside of this maze

No solitude, no fortune
no looking back
Where do I turn
I have no more track

A sliver of hope
or dash of my dream,
falling in ashes
In coma I scream

Trapped in emotion,
No escape that I see
drowning in sorrow,
Make me believe

Twisted thoughts of illusion
hold on to the last
I melting away
No future no past