In hollowed halls I roam until the dawn
The minds and bodies are already done
I walk across my mind and not the room
Eaten by my thoughts of impending doom!
But there is a dwindling light from afar
It floats in my mind and falls in my heart

Mad girl wonders why
She recalls a lover's toes
Instead of his smile

Humming birds don't come
Around my house anymore
But it is April
So I sit by the window
And look outside in mad hope

Churning in, the way you spoke, it was intoxicating in this
                  violent way that,
                                                overall
   ­                was entrapping
and shook shivers down the spinal cord of
                                                                ­           my conscious

Big wolf,
                gaping jaws,
                                       drooling maw
                                                             ­   Why are you teeth around my throat?
May I pet your mane
in reverence, sleeping in my wake
                                                            ­  dissembled, disjointed, disappearing
Great beast,
                     claws of rusted iron,
                                                         teeth of glass
                                                           ­                      Why are you paws crushing my throat?
                                    Sickening sugary words! Doing
anything                    for love? for attention? for what?

Clutching, never letting go,
                                               devouring whole.

It happens
when one wants it most not to. A gap
a sliver
a c h a s m           of the deepest, the darkest, the most unfathomable

blackness.

It y a w n s ...
    open in a matter of milliseconds
its lips sneaking up under unsuspecting toes.  They
f
a
l
l
   in a dizzying
                           downward
                                              drop
  o  ­  n    i    g
b   u    c    n                       and br eak in g  
on the thorny outcropping of the

     blackness
as if there were jagged teeth.
                                                  It closes then.

It leaves only an ugly scar to remind that something has indeed transpired
although the information of what exactly
is lacking.

It happens in an instant
this gap                  this sliver
this c h a s m              of the deepest, the darkest, the most unfathomable

                         blackness.

Cold nights still linger
My melancholy winter
Not keen on goodbyes

Acoustic vibrations release the tethers
of a wanting, the music releases the
inhibitions of oneself to the ******
of melodies awakening.

Then there is just the oscillation upon the
part of ones freed individuality that feels
ever motion that washes over individuality
and a mind tingles, freed of shackled reality.

Rhyme weaves upon the curves of all that
it wonders over, opening the realization of
freedom upon the resonance of awaking.
*"A mind is freed with melodies weaving,