Through the witching hour she cries

Veiled stories flood her mind

swept by mellifluous tones of lust

Still, conscience breaks through her skin

Traces of fingertips and lips

patterned on her supple skin

Yet her mind wanders; mistakes,

longing to touch the bottom

a bottomless abyss of sins

Eye to Eye

I fight,
I scream,
I bleed,
I breathe..

Shining bright
Like a fiery beacon
The piano plays
And echos through the hallways..

God and I don't see eye to eye
So I sit here pondering why
Everything went wrong in my life.

Was it the choices I made?
The best friend who abandoned me?
The voices in my head that I drown out daily?

Or?

The father who beat me?
The woman who ran off with my kid?

I write to drown out the sadness
I write to drown out the madness
I write to continue on in my life
I write to remember this strife.

God and I never saw eye to eye.

I need to get away,
I can’t handle these feelings anymore
Two people with so much love
And nowhere nearly enough to give
I want you and you
But I hate you and you
And at the same time I need you and you
Run with me
No! Stay ******
Don’t follow me
But please don’t let me be alone
Everything
will be alright I know
In my mind
In my heart

What is this feeling
I can't seem to shake?
I know im not dreaming
But i dont feel awake

I look all around me
But nothing feels real
My heart keeps on pounding
it's all i can feel

What is this feeling
that steals all my breath?
Whatever i do
it won't make me fear less

I look at the world
But it's just one big dream
Reality is fading
It's not what it seems

I call out for help
But nobody can hear me
The silence within
Is all that is near me

Im trapped in my mind
with no place to go
this life is an illusion
im all on my own

as we walked together
though divided by alot of things but mainly shyness
you talked, your eyes showed longing for something
but even then i didn't understand you
didn't fully grasp how divine your thoughts were
yet i stared with each passing second
waiting if i could get a glimpse of the real you
i wanted, i needed to write about you
but as cliche as my thoughts were, so were my feelings—
to feel your heart, I'll wait
to feel your warmth, I'll get iced
because it's the little things that matter
the questions you asked but had no answers
the tears you have but never let go
that's how complex loving you seemed
and how strange not loving you would seem