The Match is Struck

The match is struck.

The plot is set.

The trap is waiting.







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My Mind

My mind is locked and the keys don’t fit.

It keeps back the cluttered storm that swells in the bows of my mind.

It burns me to keep back these ties, they bind my mouth so very tight.

The clutter fills my thoughts, distracts me with daily droughts.

A drought of clarity.

A flood of insanity.

The images, so fine, so blurred, remind me I’m a bloody mess.

Havoc wreaked in my head at best.

The voices laugh and shriek, and still silent, my voice will keep.

It’s all locked so deep below and I will never let it go.


Take my emotions and pain.
Take my heart, throw it away.
I don’t need it today.
I’m emptying this game.
Forget the blame.
Let’s leave ourselves empty to be filled another day.
Maybe then we’ll all be okay.


No one understands
that when you fall
when you’re dying
when the blood pours out of your soul
that’s when you become strong.


So when every person turns their backs on you,

just know that’s when the most beautiful flowers grow.

Falling into the Dark

I can feel myself falling and I want to fight

but I can feel my body losing light.

Down the hatch, shut below.

I’ve really reached the lowest low.

Rock bottom has a basement

and I’ve been caught in its entrapment.

They say there’s only one place to go

but now that I’m here, I just don’t know.







What haunts my mind so that I believe I am,

like Alice in Wonderland?

Is it wrong to be like this?

To be tormented with perpetual bliss.

Sanity locked away in the corners of my mind

as if it committed a crime.

My words are so straight

they are bent in a loop.

People fear me because

they know what I say is true.

Maybe it is not I who is crazy,

but it is you.



Down, in a Rabbit (w)hole

This was so beautiful. A writer’s soul stuck me in the heart with this.

A Writer's Soul

Alice chose to fall down with the rabbit, to be lost to the madness of wonderland.
I refuse to give into insanity, the grief of maddens and depravity,
For an unsound mind will never sway a righteous heart,
Oh, but how naïve I was. Fairy-tales are always much darker than depicted,
Wonderland was but a blessing to my chaotic mind,
A trick Alice must have learned from her beloved Hatter.

The looking glass cuts so deep that the Cheshire cannot help but grin,
And the clock begins to tick as crazy and mindless as the minutes that do not pass.
Half past Tea Time, the liquid spills unto the saucer.
So sing with the roses and tulips and lilies,
A song so deadly, the Duchess clings to her crying babe, Alice shuts her ears tight.
Lets hope they don’t smother you in their lyrical game,
For the flowers here in…

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Ghost Ship

Sailing across a misty sea

what my poor eyes did see.

Upon  dark water

came floating,

a transparent ship.

Without crew it flew

above the depths.

It headed right for me

and fear took hold.

Its cannons rose and low and behold

it hit my ship, the Destiny.

She crackled and spit

and out with it.

We sunk to the bottom of the Black Sea.

And now I’m the captain,

the ruler of seas,

sailing on the Ghost Ship.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to the poor and rich.

I hope that snow fills your street

and warmth fills your heart.

I hope that presents and stockings

make you happy.

But I hope you don’t forget,

that Jesus died for you.

And Christmas is the day to

celebrate his birth.

Merry Christmas and God bless.


You found him in an empty alley.

You took him home and gave it a life.

Now the dog is your best friend.

He follows your every move.

He guards the door and keeps you safe.

Dogs are men’s’ best friend.

What would we do with out them?


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