A spider spinning a web. Trying to draw people in with a false light. Practiced thread pulled tight by manipulation. Feeding only on those that cannot fight back. Paralyzed by a mixture of hope and lies. Avoid that web at all cost. *** I will take flight in the opposite direction. Perhaps the web is…

Do I need you? The soft love. The tender touch. The presence that props me up. That twin soul. The one that could be my everything. *** Do I need the security? A future that isn’t a dead end. Life that does not scream of being lonely. A worry snuffed out at the root. No…

Sometimes I have nightmares. Doing or feeling horrible things. Against morals. Against belief. Against my very nature. And I don’t mind. *** Is it a relic of my childhood? Chaos manifest. Mimicry of the poor role models in my life. A sad attempt to empathize. A breakout of memory. Failure of realization of self. ***…

Change is constant. What I am today is different than yesterday. With every action my size shifts. Not every action has the desired effect. I find myself in situations not built for me. Alice a just as curious twin. *** Some days I drink the “drink me” tonic for my soul. I end up lost…

There is a place where my heart can grow. Where the calm never breaks and tears never flow. The temperature is never too hot and cold acts as an excuse for cozy behavior. A cabin somewhere green and dwarfed by the trees. A clear aired place where I can just sit. My mind and soul…

You lean down and gently kiss my forehead. Tingling. Beats. Pleasing. Warm. I look up at your face in response but see nothing. Blank. Undefined. Nostalgic. Unknown. It’s our wedding day and a long planned event. Extravagant. Cheap. Lovely. Disappointing. Concern builds as I hope it goes on without a problem. Loved. Abandoned. Exciting. Ignored.…

There is a place I cannot see. The end of the world for my mind’s eye. A place beyond knowledge but no longer expectation. A hidden place that lays further. I may never reach there or be wrong entirely, But that final horizon is ever closer. *** That place I dread thinking of, But cannot…

The watcher sees all. The sadness heavy in the air. Hidden secrets laid bare. The walls invisible to all else. The watcher sees it all and admires. For it can do nothing else. *** Even if the watcher wanted to they remain in place. Feet affixed to the ground. Unable to take the best path…