IN THE DARK FILTHY ROOM,
THERE'S NO ONE ELSE,
TO LIGHT UP THE ROOM
THROUGH FEARY THOUGHTS.
I HEAR A VOICE, A HORROR VOICE;
IN A STREET WITH NO NOISE.
SWEATING ALL OVER MY FACE,
TREMBLING AND SHIVERING IN THE FEAR.
I YELL FOR SOMEONE'S HELP;
A TOUCH ON MY SHOULDER,A SOFT TOUCH
ALMOST MY HEART CAME OUT OF MY BODY
I SLOWLY TURNED WITH HOPE
SOMEONE IS THERE EVEN IN DARK TO HELP ME.
I JUST LOST MY CONCIOUS FOR A MOMENT,
WHEN I OPEN MY EYES
I FOUND MY MOM IN TEARS
"SHE WAS LIKE A MIRACLE
NO ONE IN THE ROOM
HOW SHE'S IN THERE CRYING FOR ME???
THOSE TEARS FOR ME
MEANS A LOT TO ME
NO ONE ELSE COULD REPLACE YOU
CAUSE I LOVE U .
I NEVER EXPRESS IT YOU MOM,
BUT MY HEART THINKS ABOUT YOU-
EVERY DAY, EVERY HOUR, EVERY MINUTE,
EVERY SECOND,  AND EVERY BREATH OF MY LIFE.
MOM NO WORDS COULD EXPRESS ---
MY LOVE FOR YOU
YOU ARE MY HEART BEAT
WITHOUT YOU I HAVE NO LIFE......

Little dreams
Tiny wants
And simple pleasures
Often get me through
The dark days of life

Life’s journey is made
Up of so many steps
And I dance through the day
When life is drenched with
Possibilities

But, it is
That soothing cup of Earl Grey
That feeling of clean
Or the desire to learn something new
Those little pleasures, wants, and dreams
That restart my engine
When it stalls
And I’m caught in the pouring rain

It is those little things
That allow me to
See beyond “lost gods and howling dogs”
To brighter climes
With endless skies
Of hopes and dreams
Realized

Kelly Rose
© July 27, 2017
“lost gods and howling dogs” from Phil Roberts’ ‘In My Mind’

Architect of all
His existence, a ravel mystery
Each man to his own opinion of him
We must be right, others are left
Non existent, tolerant
Loving or simply non chalant
Who cares?
For my belief I can not die
It might just be another lie

I used to want to be an
archaeologist.
I thought digging things up
looked like fun.
I thought that I wanted to
touch history.
I don't get paid for it,
but I guess
I sort of am an archaeologist.
I dig things up.
I run my fingers through years
of history.
It just isn't as fun as I'd always
thought it'd be.

sometimes i forget that i
exist so
desire me, require me
am i not the oxygen that keeps you alive
the very oxygen that could set you alight

skin on skin,
right left and centre
blazing trails along my spine

set my lungs on fire
watch as i burn alive
from my stomach to my throat
burn me up, liquified fire
melting into my brain, setting my nerves aflame

I don't know what's wrong
I don't care about what's right
Despite of the starring eyes, I rise.
And, Im never scared to flaunt
I do whatever the **** I want