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.

Source

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.

Source

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.

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.

Source

 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.