Ashes are Rising

Ashes are rising
burning bright in the fires
blazing in the night.

#30daysofhaiku

Heat of the Candle

Heat of the candle
warms the chill from my bones to
let me rest tonight.

#30daysofhaiku

You Must Go

I stand
at the center
of the earth
knowing that I must
be stuck in your curse
for I can't see
what has disappeared
or what will reappear
nor can my thoughts
of you become clear
but I can conclude
that I know
you must go.

The Other Side

Hand on the
cold glass
I can see
myself on
the other side
lauging,
smiling,
living,
while I cry
on the other side
desperately needing
the other side
but the glass
does not bend
nor break
against my repeated
beats,
kicks,
screams,
as I continue
to watch
myself on
the other side
laughing,
always laughing,
always happy,
while I fall
on the other side
crying against the glass
that will never bend
nor break
but always
stand between me
tormenting the screams
as I beat
the glass
holding me
between two worlds
cold against
my plams
as I desperately
try to get
to the other side.

#28daysofwriting  poem 4
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We Can Not

We can not
give it up
no matter
how much
we falter
we can not
give it up
for it will
again breathe
as we will
again inhale.

#28daysofwriting day 28 poem 3

It Can Not Be

It can not be
what I want
it to be
nor will it
ever be free
to take form
on it's own
being able
to see
to again roam
into a being
of complete sanity.

#28daysofwriting day 28 poem 2

Waiting for Warmth

I have again
found my moon
in the cold
waiting for
the warmth
that is you.


#28daysofwriting day 28 poem 1

Under the Light

The light
is calling me
to the window
as I peek
into the night,
hand pressed
to the cold glass
feeling the need
to call
pulling me out,
out of sleep
out of dreams
to the glass
under the light
holding me there
under the moon
under the light,
the need
holds me. 

#28daysofwriting day 27

Lips

Lips soft
are red
with wine
as they continue
to drink
until they
no longer crave
the need
drinking until the
last sip
in the cup
stains the lips
while the tongue
licks it off. 

#28daysofwriting day 26

Finally Here

Ah, it is finally here

the light peeking

in through my windows,

but I'm standing outside

with the cool air

breathing on my skin

with a touch

of wind in my hair, 

in the night

I stand

under the bright moon. 

#28dsysofwriting day 25

Start Over

Did it just

start over

the same night

over and over

with the same dreams

the same bed

the same blanket.

I cling to it now

sitting in bed

waiting for the dawn

for I can't have

the same night again. 

#28daysofwriting day 25

Patiently Waiting

I have patiently
waited for the moon
to again rise
peeking into my windows
in the night
as I dream.
I can feel
the days getting shorter
watching the moon
transform each night
into different shapes
feeling it's power
getting stronger
calling me
in the cool night
to stand in the moonlight
as it rises full again.

#28daysofwriting day 24

Feeling the Rain

The rain 

falls

steady, 

slow,

dripping down

my brow

as I stand 

in the middle

palms out

catching puddles

to take in

every drip,

smiling to

every little splash

on my lips

with head held up

I feel the rain.

I Await the Rain

I see the
rising sun peeking
over the horizon
bathing me as I stare
into the light blinking
feeling its warmth,
while holding the light
I await the rain.
I see behind th sun
the dark clouds rolling
waiting for the storm
to finally come,
to bathe me
cleansing the dirt
until my sight
has become blurred,
I await the rain.

#28daysofwriting day 23

Bump, Bump, Bump

Bump...bump....bump
comes the distant sound
against the corners
of my skull,
which I ignore
until it rings
deep into my core
breaking me
waking me
until I can't take
anymore,
it rings
again and again
bump...bump...bump
with time in sand
bump...bump...bump
so far away
but ringing so loud
bump...bump...bump
into worlds apart
I still know it's
your heart.

#28daysofwriting day 22

Weep Not

The body
is laid
down to sleep
in the dirt
where it has decayed,
weep not
for the life no more
weep not
for the hole
it has tore,
for this body
has went to sleep
dying from this world
to rise, to reap
into a new life
that it has bore.

#28daysofwriting day 21

The Face

The face

is pure, clean

eyes sad, calm

brown pools

gazing back 

so very calm

content, relaxed

lips full, dry

do not move

pink ribbons

thirsty, satisfied

pure, content 

brown pools

gazing back

the face

relaxed, humming

lips full, sighing

pink ribbons

dripping, licking

mesmerized, full filled

the face

pure, calm

eyes brown, dark

in pools

gazing back

so very calm

content, relaxed. 

#28daysofwriting day 20

Infinity

I spin in

an infinity

with you blurring 

around me

with a touch

barely touching 

we spin,

feeling the desire

but unable to stop

we spin, 

knowing our touch

can never be

given up

for we spin in

an infinity

until one day 

we stop.

#28daysofwriting day 19

Black Canvas

A black canvas

is before me

lacking color

lacking life

sitting still

as I stare

at the candle light

flickering admits

the canvas 

flickering in circles 

against blackness

with a strength 

that this black canvas 

comes to life. 

#28daysofwriting day 18

There Is A Beginning

There is a beginning

and there is a ending

but I can never seem 

to find the beginning

I only seem to find the end. 

#28daysofwriting day 17

Carry Me

Take me down

to the river stream 

wash the blood 

from off my skin

let all the wounds inflected mend

all the scars to heal,

wipe my body clean

until the water is red

wipe away everything

that has bled.

Lift me from the water

to dry my bare skin,

smile upon me

as you wrap me in your arms 

to carry me 

to always carry me

until the end. 

#28daysofwriting day 16

Cascading Leaves

Leaves cascade 

into red

coloring the ground 

all around

rising again

into the wind

grasping to the

bare trees

lost forever 

in the cold 

growing old

never to bear

only to turn brown

on the ground. 

#28daysofwriting day 15

Breathe

Breathe

as the water

submerges the body

surrounding

collapsing 

lungs burning

Breathe.

Breathe

as the waters

depart from the body

rising

beating

lungs filing 

Breathe. 

Breathe

as the waters 

dance around the body

splashing

rushing

lungs inhaling

Breathe. 

#28daysofwriting day 14

Heat

Heat

bearing down

sweat

rolling down

my skin

feeling you within. 

Give me light

Give me grace

as I watch

the sun

roll down

behind the earth.

I still feel

the heat

on me

as I wipe

the sweat

off my body

as you walk 

toward me

with a touch

of fire

that I yearn 

to feel

even though

my skin

begins to peel

I yearn 

for your touch.

Heat

bearing down

suffocating

as I watch you

needing your

touch of fire

to free me. 

#28daysofwriting day 13

The Storm Embarks

Thunder rumbles

as the storm embarks

rain soaking

into skin

feeding from within

wind blowing

whispering into the storm 

lifting the earth 

unto the unborn. 

#28daysofwriting day 12

Drifting Away

I'm drifting away

into the night

riding a dream

that ripples

through waves

of reality

trying to crash

into the blinding light

only to be 

pulled back

into waves

of a never ending dream

#28daysofwriting day 11

Forgive Me

Forgive me

for I no longer 

see you

nor your shadow 

only the ashes

you left behind

into dust 

into sand 

to blow away forever. 

#28daysofwriting day 10

Heart and Lungs

Lungs

a breathing will

Heart

a beating want

together blending 

action and need

into life. 

#28daysofwriting day 9

Let Me Pretend

Let me

pretend to be here

holding you

in my arms.

Let me 

pretend that 

you are here

with me

whispering to me

pretending to

love me. 

I fall 

in the night

needing your embrace

let me sigh

let me cry

let the world die

for you are

never here

never holding

causing me

to pretend

for pretending

is the only way

that I can love you. 

#28daysofwriting day 8

Sit My Dear

Sit down my dear 

to feast upon

my heart

that you carved

from my chest

swallowing each bite

as my blood 

begins to boil

flowing from the 

wound you cast

staining your flesh

to become your poison. 

#28daysofwriting day 7