As the shadows fall
The storm wall,
charging tall,
the breaking wave,
none can be saved
as the shadows fall.
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Candy hearts
Hate’s the sweetest thing –
it’s easier to swallow
than most medicine.
Love’s a harder sale –
it needs careful nurturing
and encouragement.
The morning after
The sky looks different,
but I know that is not true;
I’m the one who changed.
Wearied weather
Searching the sky,
looking for clues,
and wondering why
no one answers you.
You scream and you shout,
but the clouds just don’t care;
they flutter about,
and give bored gray stares.
So you turn away,
and retreat inside,
perhaps to pray,
or perhaps to hide.
But your problems don’t wait at the door –
they follow you in to trouble you more.
Untamed
The wylds of nature
remain a stone’s throw away,
off the beaten path.
The Wanderer
Red, Black
Platinum, Blue
Why’d Johnnie cross the road?
We’ll never know, but what he found
tastes great.
Poetry Collab
Naviar Haiku featured one of my poems for their project. Please check out their awesome Tumblr and the songs inspired by the poetry therein.
Nightshade
Indigo night sky,
you see such scandalous sights,
you blush a deep plum.
Unmasked
You talk a good game,
but I’ve seen you unguarded.
I know your true face.
Champion in chains
Because you’re brave
you think you can save
the weary and weak,
but the quest that you seek
will make you a slave.
A (wise) man of two faces 