The Cold

It started in my toes A dull ache That grew into a deep throb Then a pain settling into the bone My fingers were next This time the pain came first Without warning The tendrils climbed up my limbs Wrapped around my chest Till my lungs burned Heart stuttured With blue lips I asked, “Do …


This isn’t the kind of tired that sits in the surface. The type of tired that announces itself with a yawn, and drooping eyes. The is the kind of tired that cracks the bone. The type of tired that settles into the marrow. Stealing your sanity. Eating away at the last shred of humanity.


The smell of cologne lingers near the door. A soft wind drifts through a crack, Pushing the scent into me. A chill dripping down my spine. The scent is familiar. Like something I’ve smelled every day. In the super market. On the street. Something familiar, But all together foriegn. You don’t wear cologne. The bottle …


Love, I fear I have grown hollow An echo within Fluttering against my ribcage I can’t even bring myself to feel anger The rage that came as easily as passion Setting my nerves on fire Consuming everything in it’s path It has gone silent on the wind A whistle through the trees A rustle in …


And the lines around your eyes are getting deeper. As we run from the dying of the light. Know that I would kiss their every curve. If only to make you smile like when we first met.

In the Morning

He tells himself The pain will lessen The ache beneath his ribs Becoming a dull blade It will still hurt But there will be less power to the bite He tells himself The pain will subside All he has to do is wait out the night Let the long shadows shrink in on themselves Watch …


I have travelled the woods. The night fading into dawn The dusk into darkness My clothes are torn Dirty My nails broken Fingers bleeding Knees scrapped My lungs grew still so long ago The hunger no longer gnaws through my middle The walk is almost pleasant now If not for the need Burning a hole …


There is no peace when I close my eyes. Static floods my vision. Like when you select the wrong input on the television. An electric hum playing in my head. My own heart beat pounding in my ears. It steady thump sounding like footsteps in the snow. Even my breathing is loud. The static grows …


The first flowers of spring Are making there presence known Pale green stalks Springing through the decaying leaves Left behind by last autumn I know I won’t be here to watch you grow But know that where I am going Flowers will bloom And I will think of you

Falling Leaves

It is as simple as falling leaves Loving you The weather turns A chill in the air A soft breeze And I’m falling For a brief moment It feels like flying Loving you Even as I hit the ground I smile For loving you It is as simple as falling leaves


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