Red Flags

March 12, 2014 § Leave a comment

Those red flags dusted your eyelashes
Shutters flashing open to reveal your fears
I was fine at first
“We all have our insecurities”
I said
And brushed them away with my fingertips
Redefining the very core of me
With their licks and edges
They fought against freedom
Leaving me alone
In the place they had once welcomed me to so proudly
Those brilliant red flags.


I Keep Myself Up At Night

September 27, 2013 § Leave a comment

I keep myself up at night.
     My howls, echoing below the earth
are muted but powerful.
     The screech
of emotions on breaks
wracks my bones, vibrating
at the highest chord.
     It was a dull existence,
and still is, Somewhere. But at least
now I have an excuse for inaction –
rotted flesh rarely makes a good impression.
     And yet,
there is nothing I can do
for the ghosts of the present,
     but feel these screams,
     silent to everyone, even me,
          from beyond past and future.


June 29, 2013 § Leave a comment

I put you in the corner,
not wanting to abuse your image
as a distraction from bigger things.

But now that I’m back,
all I want to do is run into things
that are not so big now.

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