Away Then

Then Then, the day to day All I could do was go Away Fear clouded memory Duck and cover Mind fucked like A ravenous lover Leaving me helpless Weak On the floor A sobbing heap My truth Should be a lie Just let me be free The shape of fear The shape of me Hollowed……

House on the Hill

The house on hill looks like it’s smiling. An ironic illusion. Who thought to dig out a flat spot on a hill? It was obviously meant for landslides, not living. It does make for a lovely view. You’ll see, once the swelling, bruises, rage and fear subside. Or a new family moves in. It’s clear……

Proceed with Caution

One of the great challenges for those who have survived abusive and neglectful parents is that there is often a part of us that is still waiting for them to love us, even if there is very little chance of that happening. Locked in an archaic mindset, we continue to go back for more, looking……

Save Me

Circles Connect and continue Pass on, pass away, give away, take away The borders become heavier, thicker, fenced As years go by and pain is imprinted And love is gone missing Stay inside the lines Let my longing begin to Deviate And make a softer mark Reflecting my deserving heart Spiral through the years And……

Fool in Paradise

Jungle density A puppet in paradise Potential and possibility Poison me with filth Drag me through the mud Falsehoods are eroding Fueling the monster Sobering reminder Childhood nightmares On the outside looking in Temperature rising Fill the tub With cold water and hope Overflow of longing and regret I am a mistake

Walk Away

~Walk away~ Straight ahead Do not sway Toddler tantrums From old men Who complain they Have it worse ~Walk away~ Head pounding Begging to burst Pause for an instant Long enough For dust to settle On my feet In my nose Better than stench Of his rotting soul ~Walk away~ You call my name Begging……

And so it is Written

Faith and certainty are lost on me at the very least Omission, fate, befuddlement, hate Guarantee designation of a sad lot Sacrificing me to scathing beasts That is you and all that belong in your crew Enough scars to bulge bookbinding Tears wash and warp paper This is not a work of fiction I tell……