About Me

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I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.

Monday, December 1, 2014

Burnt

Every now and then;
You bleed into my mind
I feel disconnected
I'm left with these memories-
Which were real?  Which were lies?
It feels no time has past;
Standing still
Never did I think I'd be here-
Loved you once, hate you now
I hope you burned the bridge;
That you have to cross tomorrow
When you find your way,
I won't be here waiting.

Check Mate

Series of emotions
High or low,
No medium ground
Entrapped within-
Endless thoughts
Over analyzing every move
Before you Check Mate;
Let me take your King.

Beckoning

Certain days;
Freer than others
Catch and release
Black and white;
Grey area-absent
Silent screams
Suppress the urge-
I want to surrender
Voice of reason: FIGHT
My skin tingles-
As the blade beckons
STOP!
I crave every inch
Take control: toss it
I can't give in anymore.


Friday, November 28, 2014

Sweet Release

The cold sharpness of a blade  -
Treads along the softness of my skin
Sends shivers down my spine
My body anticipates what's next to come;
To see the blood bubble up against the broken skin-
Seep over and roll one by one;
And then the tears begin to flow;
Finally, the sweet release I've  been missing for so long
The scar of an old cut- nothing but a memory
It was all I need to break the dam I've held for so long
You are still written in the scars on my heart;
Reality is a harsh wakeup call,
But one day; like all scars,  I will heal.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Bittersweet

Time's moving on,
I've gotta move along...
It's time to erase your face-
You've been here for far too long,
It's a bittersweet goodbye.

Stuck on replay

I'll keep on writing-
While you play your old song and dance;
The moment's past and it's been long gone,
So say goodbye to my pretty face

Concealed

Such frailty for the weak,
You've succumbed to your worst feat;
You're not who I thought you were-
The door's deadbolted and key; tossed.