Sometimes

 It sits in your gut

sometimes

rumbling

and rolling as rough 

as the sea

It sits in your chest

sometimes

throbbing

beating your blood 

right through your veins

It sits in your throat

sometimes

scratching your itchy

vocal chords

until you scream 

its song

It sits in your tongue

sometimes

strong

yet 

always trapped  

It sits in your head

all the time

dancing  

an apocalypse party

that never

ever

ends.

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Ambivalence

 uncertainty is

swallowing me

and I will

drown

in these words

unsaid

gasping as

I wonder

if I ever

knew 

how to swim

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The Hollow

In the

hollow

of your elbow

I bend
to
your will

In the

hollow

of the valley

I follow
the
wind to the

hollow

of your cheek
and lay
silently so I may catch every

hollow

word
that spills from your lips.

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A Matter Of Pride

She's in the mirror again
using those words
familiar
as the spark blows
across your mind
igniting the fire
that began
it all

She's your reflection again
using all of the bits
you buried
or pretended you did
under layers of dullness
years of the nothing void you hid in
that accumulated into 
reruns of your mind that
the picture sitting 
on your mantle of pride 
now holds

the ghost
of fascination
constructed from the mold of you
that now suffers
because 
in the mirror 
all she sees is
you
running
away.

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Deepest Dark

In my deepest
dark
You can't see me

look away

This is where I 
hide
just me
and my dreams

toss and turn
through 
the replay

down here
I'm not okay
I promise

In my deepest
dark

You can't hear me
silence
embracing me like an old
friend

grasping at anything to climb out

eventually

As for now,
I'm down in my deepest
dark
hiding
just me and my dreams.

Heavy

Heavy
This feeling that is
weighing over me

I look over my shoulders
to see if it's the world rotating upon them

but all I see 
is that monkey

Glaring with his 
red eyes
snarling
gnashing nightmare teeth

that
will
chew
right
in

Heavy
this burden

This burden 
I am...

Letters To No One

Letters to no one
and letters to nowhere

screaming into the void

Is anyone there?

words and letters
sounds and silence

living amongst
invisible

memories

wash over me
wash all of my sins away
the heat of the water

reminds me 
to breathe

in 

and 

out

as my sins
swirl around 
the drain
and fall into 
nowhere

I feel the void
pressing in
reaching out to me
because of

my letters to no one
that finally reached
nowhere.

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Cartoon

You're a cartoon
he said

and just like that I was
dead

Cartoons
he said
we all are

Just scripts 
code
snippets
pictures
memories of

Caricatures
he said
We who live in houses
made of skeleton bones
paste over our real skin 
with misery's breath

You're a cartoon
he said

and
just like that
I was
dead.

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Lineage

This wall
we've built
has cracks and crevices

scars

hope and
promise
were nearly fatal blows

But, it's made of brick
scarred
as we
built it

don't
crumble

This wall
tells the
story
of
us.

Something Here

There is something
here

It whisps out from
there
between the lips of
sin

There is something
here

A quiet, sterile
painted gray brick 
in the way but
it weighs less than paper

There is something 
here


It's the familiar whispers 
on the bare floorboards
as he walks so silent so

purpose driven 
for the fourth time this week

There is something
here

And it wants to disappear.

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Haiku Challenge

One of the hashtags I like to follow on Twitter is the Haiku Challenge. I had some inspiration last night and wrote a few. Enjoy!

1

The monsters are real They live in our highest house The children see all.

2

Who hears the soft cry Of the lost soul in the wind? We do, we do, love.

3

His fecal filled mouth Bloviates and blathers on As we sit captive.

4

Inspiration comes In the quietness of night Words captivate me.

5

Standing on the edge I leaned forward and hoped that Wind could catch my fall.

The silence surrounds me
The storm has
faded

The Kraken has released its
grip
upon my very soul

The blanket of years
things left unsaid
This silence
has become

comfortable

as I watch the ripples in the sea
it leaves
grow
still.

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I took my
serenity
back

Quietly

I claimed my
peace
back from

Eternity.

A song to light
In the distance calling me

I am holding
my life hostage
from
me.

S U M M E R

Consuming
these whispers in my house
are 
energy vampires

cannibals
the people that fill this home
do not enter

They will take your life
while whispering
I 
love
you. 

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Slink

Slink
Into my room
On whispers

Slink
Underneath
Where I
Always
Wait for you

Slink
Into my thoughts
The darkness
Fading the more
You stay

Slink
Away if you must
Go
Leave the whispers
Of you
On the floor.

March

March
brought again to me
Absence

That word
repeats
throughout these walls

Desperately
trying to hear my home
sounds

But the birds have flown away
and he
marches no more

Leaving me with nothing
again
except memories whispering
in the walls
as I am reminded
that life marches on and
on and on
this slow and winding
path

You can only watch
the March flowers
bloom
for a short while

March
that word
right off my lips

All it brings
is absence.

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A Breath Of Fresh Air

Tendriled down
to land on my
chest.

That little flitter of

Hope

is delicately calling.

Hello, Operator?

Fuzzy brain fumble
through the mist
and
fog

Sun up
sun down
doesn't matter
it's just smog

Waiting 
a whole lifetime and 
then some
For what?

To 
become

Not me.
Never me.

I'm not here
Do you hear?
Call back later
when the air
is clear.

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His eyes were like saucers
A moon inside a sun
The night that was full of turmoil
After we both saw
Apollo
punch the universe.

 Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886

Hope is the thing with feathers  
That perches in the soul,  
And sings the tune without the words,  
And never stops at all,  
   
And sweetest in the gale is heard;          
And sore must be the storm  
That could abash the little bird  
That kept so many warm.  
   
I've heard it in the chillest land,  
And on the strangest sea;         
Yet, never, in extremity,  
It asked a crumb of me.