I need the habitual rhythm Of your mannerisms To become the melody That gets me through the days, Pulls me out of the haze And serves as the lullaby That quiets the constant craze.
If I could take every fiber of you Only to unravel it, I would. So that I could meticulously study Every thread of your being And the wondrous ways In which you are stitched together. And I would find every frayed piece, Every broken strand, So that only I could replace them With a few… Continue reading Threads
Plucks of her strings, staccato, Knock on wood, echoes, she’s hollow Marionettes can’t lead, just follow Orchestrator’s motive, hard to swallow. Immobilization, spitefully neglected, By her own will, peacefully rejected. Eyes painted red run, blood, infected Fluorescents, sparkles of fury reflected. Driven mad by ceaseless repetition, Delightfully disgusted, her mission, Written, spectacular piece of fiction.… Continue reading Marionette
We try to find meaning between the spaces And we try to find a home amongst the faces. We try to find faults in other’s graces And we try to find excitement in the same old paces. What occupies the mind is considered a waste of time And what captures the attention of valuable… Continue reading Ramblings.
Pure, barren walls support Interpretations on display, Of human suffering As a way to entertain. Photographs depict restrained despair- Serene creatures gasping for air, Artfully and gracefully mirroring suffocation While guarded by the comfort of simulation. Floors swept clean do not crack While withstanding the weight of Leather shoes. Polished corners dare not… Continue reading Plastic bags.