I burned image after image, thought after thought laying waste to my mind just to see if I was awake. It's a given, a tidal wave that burns until everything, even my memories no longer exist in this quake. I needed to feel the heat, so I poured what was left down my throat, and … Continue reading Beauty In The Disease
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Hearing My Beating Heart
I may burn like fire, I may shatter like glass, I may have shackles attached to heavy bags. I may spend my life picking up the pieces of what makes me human. I may let you glance in, see me through the cracks. I may paint over the scars that were placed by my hand. … Continue reading Hearing My Beating Heart
Bleeding Heart
My heart doesn't bleed. It pounds, it beats It screams Electricity burns through it Life, Life it holds it in, pushes it. Demands it. Demands time energy oxygen. It doesn't cease it fights against constant floods and fires and quakes. It stutters, and stumbles, and when met with an immoveable object it becomes the unstoppable … Continue reading Bleeding Heart
Afraid I Gave All I Had Left
I have never loved anything, or anyone, the way I loved my wife...well ex-wife. I can freely admit that now, without crawling into a corner and wishing for the world to finish caving around me. I have had so many people tear me apart, and build me up, in my life. Yet, I never had … Continue reading Afraid I Gave All I Had Left
