fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

whitestone

layers of dangerawait dawn each daythey travel like banditsturning thoughts into fray. layers of dangerarrest your true beingthey waddle and lull youto keep you from seeing.

Pennyless

Alone and brokeIn the shadows of timeAsleep with infectionsRelative to mine.

Inept Revisions

Fire tempered fingersCaressing your mindSignals hates reaction toA blessed coming time. Fire tickled tempersCascading down to findAn ignorant reaction toA dark but clever rhyme.

sounds of pain

Credit: NASA / JPL Anger is evilIt thrives in its painIt whistles with envyWhere it happily remains. Anger is painfulIt’s hurts all it seesIt whistles behind youAnd tries to cease you to be. Anger is constantIt’s the dark from your heartIt whistles within youLike a soul piercing dart.

overtime

End of DaysEnd of TimeEnd of HopeIn the last rhymeOf Mine.

Rock Hard City

Imaginary dreamsAbout the silence of deathIs a celebrated themeAnd a whisper from God’s breath.

through the monster

Could the skies turn blackCould the rain be redCould a sadness comeCould we become Undead.

sunset

NonsenseShe saidWhile driving a nailInto my head. Your deceptions are clearYour motives are fearTo me, And foreverYour dead.

ins ane

A stuttering silenceAnd a staggering delayMeans our entrance was disguisedAs an insta glorious Foray. A swaggering slinkDown a slippery wayMeans our exit has turned Into an insta infamousParade.

waves of psyche

Find yourself Out of mind.Silence the doubtScream it and shoutAnd consider each momentA find.

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