Tag: Poetry

In a bleak dwelling of snow and frost In this house of white satinian floors Betwixt the lunacies, dejected and lost I am alone, burning, behind closed doors Charred by my own cave-in, and lonely roars — Of a lone volition so simply mine I feel the need to bleed and hurt, and freeze. My sorrows leave me to myself unease Left empty, above cold and wretched floors In a facade of grace, of pain and sores — And to these walls of folly and self-doubt Far away from spirit,…

A small light, shimmering, alone and kempt Cold and stern, I sat watching and fading This flow of sound, or beat or rhythm, ah This day, disturbing my slumber, constant Makes me empty – feels empty, prolonging A day, or yet a life not worth living   This small note, I sought, now, inside only; What truth is told, in, within me, hiding? This sound of life, full of loss and change, ah Is but a soft hush, a whisper, empty Such a reflection of myself, passing Pondering I stayed;…

Photo By: Andrianna Kapralios   Black Cat There can’t be meaning   It floats here inside, the burning I’m feeling. Paths into the shadows, my mind always takes, Will emotion never truly appear? A burning sensation is floating here.   Perched upon the razor’s edge, I waltz towards this cold cliff’s ledge. Before my Self, a warm canyon beckons, I fall, and to reason I deafen.   In search of color, I find but darkness which conceals, It always spells doom, for the one who feels! This time is different,…