The room is familiar Although the faces are not
Fear Creeps In
Sick gnawing feeling Gut churning
Envy
Move on a notion Based on a lie
Silent Cry
I scream but am not heard
Slow Suicide
I can't stand watching you doing this to yourself You know better
The Hunt is on
The trees seem to tower As they brush against the sky
Betrayal
A knife stuck in between my ribs And I gasp at your betrayal
Human Monsters
Flashing fur and fang The wind howls with whipping rain
This is Halloween!
Not really, but it is October. In the spirit of October I am going to try to keep to a creepy theme. Not surprisingly, I have quite a few that fit that category or just angst-y (see teenage years) so this is my disclaimer for the month that 90% of my poems will be dark,... Continue Reading →
Happy Birthday T. S. Eliot!
S. Eliot is remembered as American- British poet, American by birth and British by choice. I honestly can’t say he’s one of my favorites; however, I do like his stance on poetry which he discusses in “The Music of Poetry”. He believes that meaning and style go hand-in-hand when writing a poem. Sometimes you don’t... Continue Reading →
Fragment of a Figment 