Thursday, September 19, 2013

A little graveyard girl

Just been working on it for a couple of days, not sure if I like the rhymes or not... 

The marble girls spy
while they whisper and lie
perched atop mausoleums.

Shadows coax ghosts 
from up top rusted posts
waiting for snickering voices.

While the graveyard mists 
and abnormal wisps
penetrate my skin.

The cries and the creeping
my heart stops, so does the weeping
and I fall beneath with the bones. 

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

And while I sit here, I wish I was somewhere else

Something short, something new, nothing borrowed, but a little bit blue.

Talking to the walls, 
they answer back 
in a low husky growl
curling up from the molding,

I've been here
for far too long,
wasting my words
on faded rose patterns 
and chipped white paint. 

Monday, September 9, 2013

Being stuck in my own head and business is the worst....

It has been more than a little while since I have posted anything that I have written. It's not that I haven't wanted to, it's just that I have been working on things piece by piece, coming up with lines here and there. I've started a new job, been busy almost every weekend, but I still get a little time to write, yet I will promise myself I will soon try to plan more. Here is a little something I've been working on.


Sitting still
on a styrofoam couch,
words try to pry themselves out from behind my teeth
but any movement, even the subtle purse of my lips makes a sound.

Feeling cramped, alone, unable to move,
I listen to the fans wave hello, or maybe goodbye.
No, not goodbye.

I won't leave,
I can't leave,
I never leave.

You placed me here,
planted mines in my heart
and dynamite in my skull.
If I move, speak, breathe,
I detonate.