GUILTY
He does not ignore her demons
He invites them to sit,
so he can get to know them
He listens to their tales,
his mind taking notes
Like a courtroom stenographer,
he diligently gathers every word they speak
Each strike of the key,
is a new thread created
As he slowly builds the noose
that will carry out their sentence
I Am
I am inspiration
I am imagination
I am wild and untamed
I am in a crowd, unnamed
I am what spills out of the sea
I am that strong oak tree
I am the whisper you thought you heard
I am ridiculous, absurd
I am that loud obnoxious cry
I am the never say goodbye
I am the last chord of a song
I am a shadow ever long
I am the roar of a passing jet
I am the love you can't forget
I am the blank page of a book
I am the sly evasive crook
I am that one puffy cloud
I am the thought you said out loud
I am the crack you have in your voice
I am both team's very last choice
I am the branch that taps your wall
I am a cute purse at the mall
I am what you forgot you wanted to say
I am the bad dream drifting away
I am the polish on your toe
I am the place you couldn't go
I am the car that cut you off
I am the window in the loft
I am the little girl next door
I am the creaking in the floor
I am a coat of fresh dried paint
I am the steadfast holy saint
I am the evil that keeps you awake
I am a moist piece of cake
I am the only one faster than you
I am the gossip you know isn't true
I am the steel of a smoking gun
I am the heat of the rising sun
I am none of these things at all
I am the reason that empires fall
I am all that you want to be
I am the you that is totally free.
writer’s club
virginia filled her pockets with rocks
and walked into a river
sylvia taped her doors shut
and crawled inside her oven
anne took a swig
and started her car to nowhere
ernest, like his fathers before him
an old fashion shotgun to the head
them and us and i
we were given too many thoughts to manage
and we failed to keep the dam up
to keep out all of those endless loops of words that
just kept flowing,
kept us reminiscing of a deeper emptiness that could never be articulated
the world of writing was never meant for the faint of heart
but so often madness has met creativity
and became the most arduous of lovers
Remains
Weighted lids, though heavy, won't close.
Waited, and hoped,
Prayed, for you.
Preyed on me
Hear my heart's rhythm and beat
Here I am, rubble. I've crumbled, watch your feet.
Once I was lifted
Twice I was warned (that fall is too high!)
Three times I scorned at the idea of release
And us being through, no... Deny, deny, deny.