I am a hypocrisy twisting turning from wrong to right
lunacy identifies and claims me while in plain sight
black and white define my movement, I am
                        Renegade

the home I left is shaken, a snow globe scattered soft
one more piece set free in the fragments that remain
anger crushing calling to jump off the edge, I am
                           Fury

already deemed a lost cause repeat offender at large
a choir of innocence sings my deception
one last measure for retrospect I confess, I am
                        Suspect

my denial is the promise of bliss, a glimpse into oblivion’s empire, the fall of the mighty is overkill and gets me nowhere
survival is the fuel to my star’s fire, brighter than ever, I am
                        Conviction

an unexpected gift, don't you see your betrayal set me free
daydreams of black wings and letters full of lies
the pieces taken for prison are replaced with tenacity
                    I am, Sheer-Terror

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

See how the sunset liquid
Glitters
The crystal glass,
With lipstick on the brim
Instead of lemon.

Smell the rich foreign scent,
Making itself at home
On once innocent
Young lips.

Lonesomeness
In a burning beverage.