Chained to my Wreckage

I think I’m lost at sea, and I’ve never been no sailor With sharp words, she keeps me at bay Words that pull down on my heart, like an anchor Stopping it from drifting away   She knows the winds, like she was born from them She knows the tides, like the son of Poseidon…

The Pinched Middle

People tend to walk away from things that seem a mess I found out the harder way, but I found out more or less People will say they love you, but dear you misunderstand Life is an hourglass, and people grains of sand You, you’re the point where time gets reversed The middle of the…

The Rocking Chair

The colours are fading, turning white my mother’s hair Seems it won’t be long before I find myself, next in the rocking chair By the window, looking out at grey skies Trying to craft memorials, out of memories. Days pass on by, thrusting the wind, and all the sawdust Into my eyes, as if to…

The Spikes Upon the Wall

There’s a kind of an inexplicable quarrel Between the mind and the sixth sense: Why would anyone climb a spiked wall When there’s a garden beyond a picket fence?   But that is the point, isn’t it? To the spikes upon the wall? To keep out everyone that deemed it fit To try to climb,…

Gossamer Heart

Chipped yellow nails, stained from days of living off the same Indian curry Filthy disheveled hair, entangled amidst itself in frizzy curls, oily Clothes, scarce- A flimsy, gossamer tee clinging on to her emaciated structure of bone And there she stood, by the corner under the shade, daily, all alone   I smiled at her…

Grey Pursuits

I am but a little thing, A little thing with grey pursuits I think in poetry; I speak with ones that do not converse Chit-chat is for tea parties with women in formal skirts And hair puffed up too high to suit their age, stature or bling.   I am but a little thing, A…

An Offer I Wouldn’t Refuse.

As I lie on the ground, in the ruins of my haven I look beside me, and I see a few bugs upturned And squashed and broke; Hades has taken. I figure that death, it has to be earned   And Hades did not find me worthy Not as worthy as those bugs.   A…