Monday, January 13, 2014

Stranger, stranger.


Stranger, stranger
Will you hear?
Stranger, stranger
Come, sit here.
Listen to my story
Tell me yours
My pencil's out of charcoal
My house is out of chalk

My story is out of ears and
My door to salvation's locked
.

Thank you, stranger.


Thank you, stranger.
Thank you for painting a picture
that echoes my own.
My emotion preserved
in your words
shall forever remain in my journal.
Thank you stranger
For a thought inspired
A silence revealed
A love, renewed! 

Him.


He contemplates
Sitting in his castle
On an abandoned island 
In a lonely sea,
That sketch of a woman
Recently caught 
drifting with the wind
Her eyes as transparent as a crystal
Bared to him, with all her secrets
Has he met her before?
(His inebriated mind fuels his illusions)
He is certain he knows her
Those arms, those carefree curls in her hair
That smile that wrinkles just beneath her eyes
He drinks his first glass of fine scotch
And then his second
And after that, loses count
Of how much alcohol consumes him
Before he tosses her into the fire
Dismissing her
As another one of his musings
While she burns in his indifference
Fueling her own agony
With these words!

Monday, January 6, 2014

Break.


On this page
There is the pressure
Of coherence
Of sense and sensibility.
On this page
There must be meaning.

For now, I shall keep to my journal.
Until, I find the right words
To explain to you
This feeling of complete chaos.