Had enough,
but not quite enough.
Tell me to leave,
if you so please.
...
emotions seeth underneath
under a calm exterionr,
like rip currents
under a placid ocean.
...
a Cemetary full
of skeletons,
crashing down out my closet,
my very own Hiroshima,
...
Peacefull nightmares
Terror-filled dreams,
But where am I,
if not in space,
...
Like a leper
cast into an emotional desert
I wear my sins,
scab encrusted over my body
...
A warm crimson tide,
like a faithful puppy
follows the gleaming blade
as it parts the soft skin.
...
Invisible i am,
Inaudibly i speak,
Masses of people,
A crush of humanity,
...
In my little pocketbook
full of dreams,
I scribble your name
and draw your smile.
...
still my fingers lie
over the keyboard,
mute witnesses to
the carnage in my mind.
...
Failed aspirant poet. Failed writer. Oh the nobility of our art.)
Alter Ego
mirror, mirror
on the wall,
can you see the two
of me?
which is which?
which is me?
I am not
what i am.
they will never
understand
what they think
they do.
how can they, , , ,
when i am not
the me
who they see....