Lies are always bitter. A medicine that people take to compensate. One that causes more damage the higher the dose. There are those that are addicted to it. Choking it down until the throat is coated in iron. A death sentence that they would choose all over again. *** The unfortunate reality is that it…

A bird sits in a cage alone. Wasting the time away with a tune too good for such a regular day. Sitting patiently waiting for water and food. A few crumbs given for survival. Never knowing if that bowl will stay empty or not. Trying to make enough sound to stay remembered. *** The cage…

Hold me when I cannot be my everything. The missing piece to plug the hole in the dam. The water always seems to rise no matter how many times I drain it. You act as the single barrier between me and drowning. Giving me enough time to race to higher ground. Leaving behind all that…

I have never lived in the countryside or close to untouched nature. The fog rolls in on cool mornings but it magnifies the sound of the freeway. The horn of a nearby train and early morning greeting. Motorcycles always peeling out of my suburban neighborhood at an obnoxious hour. I only seem to notice it…

Hello, I am your rare good day. The barrier keeping you from oblivion. The warm hug between you and a cliff. Preservation that stagnants in comfort. Pulling against that which might drive out of pain. A flower in a snowy field causing you to stop and look. *** Hello, I am the love you seek.…

I can still feel the heat. The way it made me glow from the outside in. Intense yet gentle soothing. Giving off the kind of light that hurt to stare at. Drying out the eyes but certainly not the heart. A condition that lasted as long as the logs did. *** It was always sad…

Just like the rest I fall in line. Playing my role to perfection. One that I am expected to already know by heart. Full of emotion and absolutely no redos. It has to be right the first time. First impressions are important after all. *** Just like the rest of my family, I perform to…

I know that the day is inevitable. The day that it will never leave me again. A shadow until the final curtain close. I am not ready for the rose throw. Instead I cut my fingers on the thorns now. Paying anguish for a fate not passing just yet. *** It hurts and I cannot…

If you know where that blessed spring lies, please tell me. I seem to have lost my map. Thrown out with the dreams of yesterday and spent desires. Treasure fallen among garbage. Object that I cannot live without. Missing from its space next to new beginnings and behind my ribcage. *** I cannot tell you…

What am I running from? It could be my own actions. An accident or misjudgment. A spin out on the black ice called life. Trying to flee before the police show up. Action with a direct reaction. *** I have had dreams of getting into a car crash even though I have never driven one.…