Little Pieces

While roaming the evergreen road,

I left little pieces of myself

All around

The blades of grass I have come across that unknowingly cut me

And make me bleed drops of blood, in my head, only I see

And sometimes, I can’t ever find those little pieces

No matter how many rocks I turn

And sometimes those pieces are returned to me different

Singed, dampened, torn, beyond the point of return

And sometimes the fractions falling out of me are so small

I paid no attention and gave them no concern

Until the hole was too wide to be filled.

I tried not to leave

Pieces of me

Behind

On the edges of the green blades

Under weightless rays of light beaming into eyes

From the burning yellow sun

Already too small to see

Those pieces of me

And all that means is that you’ll never know me

Until I confront the eternal green

And absorb those microscopic pieces back into me.

Door

Close by tick-tock

The distance remains the same as the sound

tick-tock

rings throughout the empty rooms that have

no windows

So the shower of pitch black soot covers the complexion of the blurry doors

He heard

Tick-tock

echoing off the bear walls filled with a dark essence he can hardly recognize as the

ashes that remained long after the flames were no longer lit

when time made no effort to preserve the scene

the grandfather clock still stands in the same position

unable to break free or break rules

only singing

Tick-Tock

Reminding the forgotten

seconds continue without

an audience

 the chant is repeated

in the form of

TICK-TOCK

Moonlit Frenzy of the Dead

Tonight the dead rise above the ground to haunt

And remember by whom they have been wronged

Only briefly glancing, before turning away

The darkness foreshadows the terrors heading my way

The white blank faces appear with the frequency

Of blinking away sand from my eyes

But the grains continuously graze the surface

Till the crimson drops of flesh are too common to dismiss

The pain, a momentary distraction, away the see-through dead

But neither patience nor conscience have I for those thinking

They themselves the only one misjudged, slandered, subject to trauma

And waiting in queue to tell a melodrama

“The car finally hulled to a stop

And for a long moment I couldn’t see…

The blood spattered into my face

And the liquid was too thick for me smear away.

My son was along for the ride

Screaming for mercy and for me

The bones broken from inside his tender body

Sticking out in places, striking his organs

The airbag blew out too far

Chocking and suffocating the innocent.

Till the gagging sounds

Stopped

The window shattered inward

Striking into one unsuspecting victim

Awoken from soft easy slumber

Into the living nightmare of pain

Five days

It took five days for people to find us

I

Watched him die.”

The faint whispers of words I must strain to hear

Scream for attention

But my reach does not extend that far

Or rather into that side of the steel bars

Passively shielding my stained-red eyes

I cannot sleep nor stay awake

The witnesses line in a line endlessly it seems

Till the mob consumes my conscious sanity and my dream

The Rise and Fall of

The waves wash softly

Onto the shore of the unspoken and

UNKNOWN

Carrying droplets to form a world

Of sweeping motion

Burying my heart alone

As the waves crash onto the beaches relentlessly

The secrets contained in the salty abyss

UNKNOWN

The sea has always terrified me

When the harmless pails of water splash onto my tear-craved face

Carrying lost words from places

UNKNOWN

The thought of being one of far too many sun-dried grains of sand

Makes me weep in sadness

The sea sees through my secrets

My fear of being forgotten

Wavering upon the edge of moments

The water takes no notice of my tears

Plopping with the ocean tides

And leaving only ripples

As my voice mixes into the

UNKNOWN