Poetry: Pinpricks

Stars are pinpricks of heat and light that burn. We are desperate moths blind and lost, abandoned, Clear nights call to us, beckon us with a whisper, we can’t resist it the desperate pull. Stars are pinpricks of heat and light that burn, until we are turned away. Abandoned. r.l.w

Poem: Broken Little Bluebell

Tick tock tick broken little bluebell lying at the bottom of the stairwell. Stems are cracked and leaves are torn broken little bluebell oh the bruises you adorn. Time passes slowly not to be found broken little bluebell don’t make a sound. Plucked from existence and dropped into the den …

Poem: Space

She is counterpoint to my supernova, I am a brilliant point of light burnt out before my time and she is the only thing I am holding onto as I blaze through existence. She is my solar system. briefly I outshine her mere moments pass but she is my gravity …

Poetry: Lost Too Much

You say fall and I see jump I think I’ve lost too much. Seen too much and my imagination broken shattered into pieces after a long fall from a frightening height from which you jumped. A permanent change has come over me never the same now I see friends hanging …

NaPoWriMo – Day 26

It’s not quite what I expected, the way she responds to me pushes me away and tells me that I am not for her. And I turn away and let her go but not without trying to reach out with my heartbreak. She doesn’t respond to it pressing forward or …

NaPoWriMo – Day 25

The proper words cannot compare with the proper emotions I must convey hidden behind the best smiles and nervous shakes I try to explain everything. I don’t have those emotions but still have the words carry them around to remind me all is not empty when all comes undone. I …

NaPoWriMo – Day 24

I keep them all locked up broken bits of myself and the only things that keep me together are the lies I’ve told to keep the secrets to myself. I will never say a word. Carrying it swirling around my shoulders cracked features and blurred eyesight years of secrets I …

NaPoWriMo – Day 23

We twist ourselves into other beings that aren’t true out of a need to be within a circle of influence we can’t contain or control. Foolish as we are. It’s pressure from the inside and out we are who we need to be not who we are. Shame as that …

NaPoWriMo – Day 21

I wrap words around me to protect and deflect from the worst of my fears. I am nothing without them even broken syllables offer me something to hide behind. I twist myself into them deeper into letters and vowels because I can’t handle flesh and blood breathing and the hearts …

NaPoWriMo – Day 20

Hours become wreckage seconds become ash at her touch as she walks through the darkest past and the brightest future. It all comes undone, one year can go by in a heartbeat or she can stretch a second out for infinity Whenever she wants is broken into pieces, I’ve seen …