A Darker Door

splinters

it would seem that I have landed on the ground
hard enough to understand,
that breaking an eggshell hurts
a whole lot more than it ought to.

-poem segment-

she saw life through the frame of a broken picture
buried in the ashes of her sister.
And life was an empty box;
with nothing to hold and nothing to gain so she
sets her heart inside;
watching it crumble as she cries.

started

I have a habit of,
not finishing what
I have

drop

clasped hands in a cold chain
of repetitive loneliness

Broken mirrors on the grass;
empty eyes and silent things
do you see what I see?

cast away slightly but
cast away still.
No harsh words to scorn just

clasped hands in the cold rain
and distantly something less.

123

I am expected
to leave but also to miss,
you. But why should I?

hinges

chalk scratches on brick walls;
they say this is a broken city.
Then I suppose I must live among the dead.

sheer idiocy

sometimes I hate my house
like when I cannot put down a jug of water
without the world exploding.

Perhaps

I did not break in public
I did not share my secrets
I did not push them away
I did not hold onto them

But there are times when I think that perhaps
perhaps I should have.

Memoires of an Empath

When you hear the screams inside the minds of those who believe none can hear them,

The world is a dark, dark place.

But this is also the world where their unsung joy flows through your veins

and it is also beautiful.

red

when eyes refuse to see
what's pouring from their lips.
The cold remains of lives
cut to pieces with their tongues
Still on the ceiling drips.

Watching

at times I feel as if I am outside the world
and looking in.
but then the window breaks.

he

does.
not.
exist.