I have some new pieces of writing I’m actually excited about. I wish I could feel like this all the time, where ideas feel closer at hand and it’s not as if I’m stuck or empty of thoughts and creativity. Anyway, the first short poem below is about the disappointment I’ve felt I am to my mother…
You didn’t know.
I buried my wings long ago.
Your unexpected,
Over blessed baby girl
You should have let me die
I’m not getting this thing right
Now pieces of a painful break
These days shrinking my lungs
Sameness always in front
My cheaply glues illusion
All I owe bleeds the night to
One guilt imposing sun rise
I’m sorry when you hug me
I am numb from skin to soul
All these years have never been.
And I’ve nothing to show.
The second one here probably explains itself, being more about the way others close to you tend to brush aside what they see and hear and not take it seriously when they probably should. And about how what they do finally realize about you messing up their world, you becoming their new frustration…But even that interpretation comes weeks after I actually finished it, so take it however you want.
For the Truth
I don’t regret this
Broken stare, and
I won’t forget,
I taste them tearing open
Appalled at my whole life
Those feel of words that flash across your eye
They say to think I’m wrong is right
But still you want into my mind
Yet you’re so scared to see
The changing shades within the haze
You still cannot believe just how
Sick my world is leaning
And as any other fool, not knowing what they do
My darkened presence you’ve excused as weightless
Consuming so few; a spell of common sorrow
—don’t we all go through?
With my fresh wounds
Bright above their blue
Be free and hate me
Better for the truth
I’ve finally found the piano solo version of Breathe No More by Evanescence. Click on it below, turn your speakers up and forget the visuals, just listen to how beautiful this song is and tell me I’m not crazy for being such a fan….lol.






