Thursday, May 29, 2014

A goodnight to the Day

The sun
has quickly
descended into
the night
that has
awakened as
I slowly close 
my back door
signing a 
goodnight to
the struggle 
of the day
when I hear
the thunder 
echo in
the distance
wondering if
there will be
a storm
on this 
quite night
for I feel
I need
a storm
and as 
I think
I see the
glow of
lighting from
the shaded
window just
as the rain
drops hit
the pane 
with breath
of sigh
the storm
has arrived. 

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Night air

The night
is warm
hot air
against my face
the sweat rolling
down my back
as the first
rain drop
hits the earth
splattering on
my flesh,
the soft
wind cooly
lifts the
hair off the
back of my  neck
closing my eyes
to its sweet relief.

Monday, April 14, 2014


Hello 7:50
today I am not well,
for I know what you mean
as I drive this morn
to a place 
I can no longer stand,
sensing a horror 
creeping inside
a shaking 
becoming uncontrollable 
tearing this hole 
in my stomach
nausea setting in,
I wonder why 
I am still here 
for I shouldn't 
hate 7:50. 

Thursday, March 13, 2014


as I grip
the coffee mug
listening to
the slow drip
of liquid hitting
the glass pot
inhaling the aroma
awaiting the taste
of the hot
flowing coffee
on my tongue. 

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Black and White

The temperature 
continues to drop
a chill rising
as I sit
here writing
smelling bread baking,
calming me
as Joan Crawford 
sings on the television,
I watch her dance
twirling in song
with my colors
painting the page, 
I wonder 
if only we
could go back
to black and white. 

Tuesday, February 25, 2014


There comes a time
when the mind
is completely exhausted,
life bleeding out
to the point
where writing to ease
ceases to exist;
the mind succumbing
to the nothing
it was forced into,
slithering away
into a chaos
it can not comprehend
for it is too exhausted
to even acknowledge life.

posted for #dVersePoets #Openlinknight

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Blazing Sun

Give me the strength
of a blazing sun,
give me the light
of a full white moon,
guiding me without sight
so that my feet
my continue to run,
through the wilds
answering the beckoning call
that will carry
through the night
into the dawn
of the first morning light,
where the fears
have faded into the dark
with drying tears
that hold the worlds apart
while reaching for the sun
becoming completely undone
so my feet can again run.

#OpenLinkNight #dVerse #dVersePoets

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Domino (Revised)

I was never satisfied with the original Domino. It was lacking the emotion and words needed to be complete. I feel that this version speaks the true vertigo of this game Domino

She fades
into a sigh,
the past
a haunting task
a future drowning
into emotions spinning,
a world a blur
turning upside down
in a moment of vertigo;
nausea growing
in this game
of domino,
The pieces
standing tall
waiting for her to fall
collapsing in defeat,
her end to meet
shattering in dreams
that undress the night
turning into balls of light
as the sun rises
with a golden crown
emotions spinning
off the growd
letting go
into a spiral
of vertigo,
she antiscipates
the next move
asking if he will wait
or go
always in this game
of domino,
the pieces standing
so erect
waiting for him
to select
with a lingering question
continuing to ask
in this tedious game
of hidden mask,
will he wait
into the dawn of tomorrow
or the night of yesterday
will he move
for the pieces to fall
letting go
in this game of domino.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Hot Cold

Eyes close
as light flashes
hot; cold
hot; cold
emotions running,
constantly over taking 
the rhyme 
the reason
of believing,
consuming the day 
of an endless dream
soaking in sweat;
hot; cold
hot; cold
the night bleeds
into tears
nearing the void.
fearful of demise
the eyes
must open
as night embarks
through visions told
to cease 
the emotions 
of insanity.  

Skin to Bone (revised)

Skin to bone
peeling back 
the unknown,
frail fragments
falling into black
dissolving into dust
for a life 
that must.
peel the burn away
of the diseased rash,
shredding the decay
of blacken ash,
to renew within
the newborn skin. 

Thursday, February 6, 2014

To Be

My thoughts
of you can
no longer be,
for we have fallen
our emotions 
running cold.
Your presence is
no longer a need
nor to hear
your knock at 
my door, 
for my body 
has grown too sore
my mind to numb
to see you again.

I need you 
to disappear
for me to never
again see your face
nor hear your voice,
for as my reality rises
I know we were
never meant 
to be. 

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Bending The World

The wind 
angrily beats
in the night
rattling my windows,
the frames 
beating as though 
they will break
but they don't,
they only respond 
to the thrashing 
of the wind
that is angry 
with the world,
so it beats 
against the world 
bending it under
it's rage.