Dust
The crisp white paper is a stark contradiction to the stale words scribbled upon it pretending to be prose She sits for days and weeks at a..
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Swan Song
(the un-Valentine) Shelli Carlisle I cannot write of tender words Or love songs whispered sweet I know not of impassioned love Or yearning..
Question
Music man, poet man creator of song the words– your words rip away my shroud exposed for all to see. I cover myself with soiled cloth...
The Dream
Upon awakening I realize I am no longer in my sacred place. My body feels heavy. My heart aches. My mind is not clear. I feel tired, worn,..
I am Despair
i am despair i live in her soul i devour her spirit i leave her without hope i send her to the edge i stand her before the abyss i..
Rebirth
I see the hill where the red clay stands, the purple flower that grows from the rock, the..
Anguish
Anguish is my blight, it roots have taken hold, devouring my truth replacing my hope with unrelenting sorrow, loneliness, pain...
The Dance
When all is said that can be said, when all is done that can be done, when all is prayed that can be prayed, I offer you my hand… We sit..
Waiting for Edward
Sitting in the lobby, watching the clock my mind is scattered, confused I guess too hot, too cold, I’m sorry what did you say?..
Battle Scars
Abruptly jarred from peaceful sleep, her heart starts to race. Outside her bedroom door their loud voices warp into vicious screams...