I am anchored to shame, drawn into flickering flames
of analytical exploration -whispers from hell invade my
private corner as silently I scream
breathe me deeply inside the night,
behind curtains on the other side of noise
that fills my space as pieces of poetry fall from me
specks of life inside lines of crashing language
emotionally scattered sentimental phrases
faintly living inside my head
the substance of illuminated essence
lays deep inside, hung on thoughts
giving direction to second chances
A Saturday craving to live life [minus riddles]
stuttering syllables in the blur of yesterday’s grief
moments of silence and silhouetted smiles far beyond the realm of blinks
a fight with fate and hypnotic thoughts of death
all memories need a funeral…
closing chapters fallen captive to slow injections of reality
while remnants of flesh heal
reflections of solitude emptied into a new sketch
at the end of a single sigh
scattering soft in pastel rhythms of defining silence
…untangling beauty in a paint by number scheme
on a mission to find [self]
somewhere in years behind scents of dying memories
5/24/08








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