Feelings are good inspiration, But I do not write such poems To declare my days and Tomorrows to be riddled with More 'hell' than yours- But, I suppose, Some words have more than one meaning; Most people have more than One demon, I'm just happy to Wade through the fiction For us both, Hopefully finding… Continue reading Feelings are good inspiration
I'd like to make a toast to fiction- For being a kinder devastation Than reality.
Just my luck, Reality picked me up again. Even the sweetest dreams Come to know that, deep down, I never once turned you away. Bad as I am, I'm also a fool, Played by the fiction. I'm going under paper hearts To get over you, But I think I've stood too long, And my pride… Continue reading Just My Luck
A voice? The guard Speaking Coming Breathing ...Nobody Ended Doors A face! Sharp Reflecting In prayer Sobbing Bleak Sunless Forgetting.
Take it from me The crisis-proof queen There is a poem in there Somewhere, I'm sure. I'd prise it out for you myself But I prefer spying On fiction from a safe distance; I prefer pretending heaven's Not too far away And I only live in the Day after yesterday.
Old Friends I leapt through cold, night air beneath the shining, white moon. The city below me fell asleep as I graced the roof tops in solitude, two black ears perking up from my hair that flowed behind me on the warm breeze. I stood on the edge of a building, scanning the streets far… Continue reading Old Friends