I am wounded,
I am scorned,
but here I exert my pain
in permanent ink,
and here in my words, it will stay;
the red webs in loose skin,
an arm of scars;
a tome to tell stories
of depression,
for it seems that love withers
and tears stain.

I sit on the curb at the liquor store
until 9 am when it finally serves,
wait for desperate beauty queen.
I talk smooth settle her nerves.
We share a bottle and queen bed
*** was just a lost cause at best.
I sit on the curb at the liquor store
until 9 am when it finally serves.

I was invited

To a Christian club meeting

Taking place on Thursday and Friday

A few years ago I would have been excited

But that excitement was quite fleeting

I stopped being Christian years ago

So I wonder if perhaps it would be bad

To go just for the pizza

silent strength within,
words and bodies claimed in vain
minds untamed, fierce free

If we had a daughter,
I'd watch and could not save her,
A heart caught in the silence,
Bound by fate, a quiet slaver.
The emotional torture,
From the head of your high table,
Where words are sharp like daggers,
And love feels weak and unstable.
She’d do what you taught her,
Chasing shadows, always late,
And meet the same cruel fate,
Echoing the past we hate.
So now I’ve gotta run,
Flee from this tangled thread,
To undo the silent damage,
Before our souls are dead.
At least I’ve gotta try,
Even if the world won’t break,
To save her from the darkening sky,
And stop this endless ache.

I cannot run.
I cannot talk.
I cannot breathe.
You hide from me.

Today I fell out of like with you dear.
Although I still hate not having you near.
I'd rather nothing, than a version of you;
that's neither loving, nor coming through.

For I won't settle - for just attention.
I need unity, in shared direction.
You know I like you, yet you fail to give,
your time and presence - jealousy instead.