Jealousy

I’m going insane.

All I see through the mirror in a stain of blood so red that my words do not even begin to penetrate

Corruption isn't a sin

The sin is in the spreading of the mistaken

The infinite scars and lashes burn through my mind as I doubt myself over and over

I hear the screaming emitting out of my own course throat

It’s a disease; A plague that spreads without the discrimination of gender, race, age, or class

I’m going insane.

The same beat pounding on the tender black skull that rests upon my shoulder

Where neither left nor right offers any relief to the truth

The darkness residing on the other side in the a simple reflection

The light cannot lie

Only my eyes can create the illusion and blur a fantasy the ceases to exist

In the presence of fame, fortune and FAILURE

Success judges, too

And my eyes see

Soon the noticeable hatred spills onto the once white and crystal clear glass

The mirror does not distort my image

I simply preserve my thoughts it as cruel

Uncontrollably hurting the innocent without the slightest hesitation

The ride spins me till I sick to the bone

But just like an addiction, I always come back for the rush of adrenaline

I’m going insane

The image on the other side of my out-stretched fingertips has me crying in fear and misunderstanding

The hollow soul that haunts my relentless nightmares

Till I BREAKDOWN

From the lack of sleep

Not guilt.

The absence of disgrace shatters my perfect perception of humanity

I’m seriously going crazy at the thought of how naive my actions were

The reflection shining cannot keep the smirk flashing onto my face contained

I’m going insane.

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

Recipe for Peach Pie

Half a teaspoon of pity for the peaches separated from the others

Another tablespoon of sadness for the wheat stripped of colour

Two dashes of regret for the lemons grown and lived sour

A sprinkle of hope for the yummy taste to de determined within the hour

The five teaspoons of sugar to make the heart all better

And just to be sure…

A few walnuts to harden the sympathy for the soon-to-be eaten

So the feeling of remorse can easily be beaten

One more pinch of cinnamon to spice up the day

And a bit of salt to melt the coldness away.

Half a bite of joy for the boys and girls baking it

And eating it

A bigger bite for the children

Who fight and bicker over it

An hour to make peaches into pie

An hour to devour peaches made into pie

An hour to savour the peaches devoured in the pie.

The Road

White

Dashed

Lines

Lead into the endless possibilities

Of endless adventures

And endless discoveries

Of self and world

The long awaited trip back

Is met with easily solved arguments

Into much needed laughter

To peel away the stress

Layered onto of one another

From the tedious days of fighting for more

But the

White Dashed Lines

Turn into

White Solid Lines

Still signifying my fragile boundaries

Of fragile promises

And fragile rules

For me to follow and you to expect