15 Monday Sep 2014
Posted in Poetry
It always seemed so easy
The way you justified it all
No matter your actions
The fault was never your own
Breaking an already
All too broken boy
Because someone else
Had already broken you
You told your story
About how bad it was
As if that somehow
Made it all seem ok
Because they were monsters
To you as little boy
You thought it wasn’t your fault
That you had become one too
It always seemed so easy
The way you justified
Your sins against me
With the sins against you
24 Sunday Aug 2014
Posted in Poetry
Dazed and confused
She looked around
Too much blood
Pooled on the ground
And on her hands
She doesn’t remember
What exactly happened
Just those fucks
With spite
On their tongues
Then a red haze
Blurred her mind
Crimson hues
And twisted thoughts
Memories flashed
Images painted
Inside her head
They laughed
They pointed
They said too much
Then they screamed
They cried
They bled
Until they died
And a smile slipped
Across a no longer
Innocent face
A face now
Bathed in blood
10 Sunday Aug 2014
Posted in Poetry
06 Wednesday Aug 2014
Posted in Poetry
I feel like I’m falling
Down
~and further away
I keep reaching out
Gripping
~but nothing to hold
I try to scream out
Silence
~nothing left to say
I don’t feel anymore
Nothing
~but waves of cold
I have no idea what’s
Below
~maybe just darkness
I think it will be forever
Midnight
~ no moon and starless
13 Sunday Jul 2014
Posted in Poetry
Some nights
It rains
A little harder
Some nights
The wind blows
A little stronger
Some nights
The thunder roars
Just a little louder
Those nights
Are the only nights
That I remember
I am still alive
When the storm rages
And the skies collapse
And the world
Threatens to crumble
Those night
I feel my pulse
And remember
How to breathe
Some nights
I am still alive
01 Thursday May 2014
Posted in Poetry
Inside I see the dark
Within I feel the cold
I know now that tomorrow
Can only be filled with sorrow
As the rain pours down
I ask, can it cleanse my soul
I think I know the answer
So soon I shall embrace my fate
So filled with anger and hate
I rage at what I am
I Weep for what I was
There is no atonement
No escaping the sins of yesterday
Lord bring on the night
Let sleep take my soul
-January, 1998
30 Wednesday Apr 2014
He led me down the hall
Past the door with the lock
I would see it soon
That dark and dusty room
This is where monsters
Made other monsters
In that dark and dusty room
I was told to trust
But learned not to
In that dark and dusty room
Something was lost
Never to be found again
In that dark and dusty room
The walls screamed silently
Telling tales of sins and sinners
But no one hears the screams
In that dark and dusty room
I learned how to turn it off
And be someone else
Those cries weren’t mine
In that dark and dusty room
01 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
You ask that I believe
‘In what?,’ I ask you
You tell me forever shall be mine
I say tomorrow has no meaning
You ask that I take your hand and believe
In something that I cannot see
You say that you are creation
I say that with you immortal touch
I have seen you bring mortality
You ask that I follow
Your lead into your kingdom eternal
I say I cannot step behind
That which I do not trust
You say you are the bringer of light
I close my eyes
And step back into the shadows where I belong
You say your love is flawless and absolute
I say I’ve never been held by arms that loved
You say you will bring me peace
I say I’ve known only pain and suffering
You tell me in the end all will be ok
I say in the end it will not matter
You ask that my soul I give to you to keep
With knees bent and hands grasped you ask that I pray
I say my soul is dark and not worth giving
I bow to no one, I cannot beg nor plead
You say no matter what you will be there for me
I ask where were you when I needed someone the most
As I walked my darkest hour
You say you will never turn your back on me
I ask where was your guidance when I needed to be rescued
From anger, from hate, from me
You ask that I believe
I say ok
But only in me
-December, 1999
01 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
In my dreams
The dead come back
They haunt me
Taunt me
Remind me of my past
Specters in the night
Ghosts in the dark
I can’t seem to get away
From a past that always comes back
I try to forget
But in my sleep
They come to remind me
In my dreams
The dead come back
They chase me
Catch me
Remind me what I’ve done
Spirits in the closet
Shades under my bed
I can’t seem to escape
From a past that wont seem to forgive
I try to repent
But in my sleep
They won’t let me rest
In my dreams
The dead come back
-January, 1998
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