Desire

It grows in the night
Amidst the ebony skies.
Organically flowing–
Ascending.
Descending.
Swaying.
Warmth
Passion
Lust
Greed.
Ascending.
Descending.
Swaying.
The flames burn,
With crimson elegance.
Ascending.
Descending.
Swaying.
Caution is advised.
It seduces.
It captivates.
Pulling you in,
Like a fisherman’s line–
Unable to be freed.
Do not touch the flames.
You will be
Burned.
Incinerated.
Destroyed.
And question not,
For you will be seen.
Fight it.
Hide it.
Smother the flames
Into oblivion.
-6/24/11

I am nowhere

I am the shadow
Of their group.
I am the unseen guide
Directing the directionless.
I am airless, though drowning.
I am a surface,
Never a filling.
People may see me–
No one will know me.
Pass me by;
For I will be
Just as invisible
As when I came.

A Beautiful Statue

Vulnerability–is her name.
She hides in the darkness–
No one can see her.
No one can hear her.
Touch her, and she will
Vanish.
Let her talk, and she will
Fade.
Broken–is her name.
She lives locked inside.
Her box keeps the pieces
Of her entity together.
Find the key, unlock her door,
And watch the shattered glass
Fall.
Complacent–is her name.
Neither here nor there;
She is an ameba
Clinging to what is around.
Transforming.
Is she real?
Or is she just who they
Want her to be?
A beautiful statue.
-6/23/22

Show me

My needs are many;
My battle is great.
Can you see it?
Can you see me?
Do you hear my scream,
From the pit of my soul?
I can’t feel you.
I can’t see you.
Are you there?
I need a sign.
I need your guidance.
You know my heart
As it is.
Do you still love me?
Am I still good enough
For your grace?
Please,
Speak
To
Me;
For my needs are many,
And my battle is great.
-6/23/11

Devour

Numbing chills
Consume my being.
Is this real?
Is this what I will know
Forever?
Caught in this
Ever sinking quick sand–
I can not move,
Or it will
Overtake me.
Devour me.
Consume me.
At times, I can feel it–
Breathing down my back;
Whispering into my ear,
“Drown it all out.”
“Shut it all out.”
“Feeling nothing.”
This battle, I am loosing–
As numbing chills
Consume my being.
-6/23/11

Hidden Remains

There is a weight, admist
This ocean of the unseen.
It tears at me,
Beckoning me in opposite directions.
It weighs me down–
This sea of regret.
This sea of pain.
The waves are crashing
Towards the shore,
Where no boats are found.
Skeletal remains of ships
Past journeys, whisper
From the depths of
An untold world.
They waver in the tide’s current.
They are one; and yet,
They have no identity.
The are unknown.
-6/23/11