The bells strike the chord of sorrow tonight
Every day burns with pain turn to ashes...
Creepy minds creeping, your thoughts; trepidated...
The latest, lately held for the latter, earthly...
I look at you and I feel my soul burning
I feel pain...
We are caught in between acts, we the tightrope...
Somewhere along the line, the spotlight had...
My eyes dilated
between black, white...
*written for club challenge about a spirit/ghost
Why are you waiting to become one with me...
I don't need you to hold my hand
or sing me to sleep. I know loneliness...
I had a dream
about you two nights ago and my...
You are a Shakespearean behemoth
and I just a peddler's Haiku...
Each scar, each indentation-
Reminders of an altered self...
I'm a joke upon the flicker
of city lights...
I have a voice:
I am capable of speech...