There was a decade stretch
where I didn’t write poetry.

I always craved the feeling of writing
like the very air that I breathe...
But I was betrayed by someone
who I thought loved me
They used my writing against me
and I vowed to never write again.

But then a man came along.
A stranger.
He wrote a book,
A 10-year collection of poetry.
I read it from cover to cover
and it struck a nerve in me.

That writing itch
that hadn’t been scratched in too long.

I fade slowly into the ether
Just another fighting soul
Im I old or just irrellevent?
A has-been without a goal?

As i slide into oblivion
What do I need to say?
I wish for health and happiness
I wish my loved ones to be ok

Now that sleep is gripping my brain
Is this the final one for me?
Or will I wake again tomorrow in pain?
I guess what will be will be

I'm lost in this abyss, with no light to see,
My heart racing with fear, wondering where I'll be.

The darkness surrounds me, like a suffocating cloak,
With no way to escape, it feels like a cruel joke.

But then I see a glimmer, a faint ray of hope,
And I chase after it, like a desperate soul.

The light grows stronger, as I near the end,
And I burst forth, like a phoenix, from the darkness that had no end.

I'm free from the room, no longer alone,
The walls that once closed in, now a distant memory and gone.

“I just feel so alone” I said to you as I cried.
“You’re not alone, and you never will be” you replied.

You stayed on the phone with me that night
until I had no more tears to cry,
until you saw me smile again,
until I fell asleep.
And when I woke up,
you were still there.

You called me that night
and the next
and every night thereafter.
You made sure I was never alone again.

To this day, you still call me,
Just because.

You never say it,
but I know it’s because you love me.

He appeared as a black dahlia,
bright and alluring.
So marveling at his secretly cynical exterior,
she gave in.
This is their beginning.

He gave her the world,
or so she thought.
He would kiss her heart day by day.
Who wouldn't be enthralled?
I would.

She adored him.
But did he? NO.
She was a tournament to him.
A football match, even,
but she never realized.

Off Spring

The great deciduous trees seem more human than we,

living their entire lives in four short seasons.

Just as human faces shift and morph,

The sun is shining brightly
But behind my eyes is rain
My soul is shrinking inward
As depression bites again

Outside I see the pretty girls
With perfect shape and smile
My mirror tells me I'm not one
Truth is I'm pretty vile

I have a few small talents
No I'm not a total loss
I can write like this and sing a song
And dress up like a boss

I'm tired of fighting constant pain
I'm tired of unkind words
I'm losing grip on reality
My whole existence is absurd

Coal black fur and yellow eyes
no voice and gleaming teeth
This one hates real evil
he fears neither man or beast

Killer smiles and touches him
Anubis quivers now
"Relax my precious friend
we'll get to him somehow"

In the big and dark old house
the evil waits for them
It knew that they would come
it knows, that now is when

Unlock the door and let them in
so eager to engage
Confident in his power
and his unmatched rage

Your hands are perfectly gentle and strong.
I’ve seen them turn wrenches,
and balled tight in anger.
I’ve seen the way they glide across your steering wheel,
and across my skin.

You hold my hand in yours
like it’s made of pure gold,
and you carry my heart all the same.

And your eyes…
Emerald green,
soft when you look at me,
sharp when you protect me.
both are beautiful.

Your skin is soft to the touch,
your smile makes me weak.

Somewhere between wakefulness and sleep
You reach out for me
and pull me close.

I can feel you breathe..
the rise and fall of your chest.

Your arms wrap around me
and hold me tight.

I could stay here forever
enveloped in your embrace.

You squeeze me tighter
and drift off to sleep
and I’m still here
lost in the moment
with you.