frustration

frustration chews at your soul.

spirits

the dead envy the living.

muted

beneath muted blue and grey, you look for your shadow held captive by your fears.

light and shadow

in the light… sparkling glitterpainting red porcelain lipssoft smile, rosy cheeks voice of an angelfallen from the high heavensgolden harp in hand a powerful soulcrushing expectationsshattered records left. in the shadows… pearly drops of bloodspill from cracked lips of raw skintears drip on bare floor a hoarse voice destroysher self-worth; mic thrown asidei can never

forgotten, beaten, ignored

on these sidewalks crackedred paints the winding crevasses around my feet – in the deep shadows,our hands reach out to the light,but they walk by, blind. chaos on the street,crowds skirting around the dead bodykicked to the curb. the pool of blood reaches our hands,dip our fingers into holy water forgotten,rain pours down from the

of “love” forgotten

words are never enough.English words of love, heart, and beauty thrown around in society without another thought,forgotten, trodden on,superficial – a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes,kisses from habit, not from the heart.moonlight skips across the surface of the lake, rippling. the stone sinks from its burdened grief – i try to reach you, but