There is a place called Crimson Peak.
A house where no one dares to speak.
Behind those fabled walls
Lives a silent feeble call.
Who weeps a simple plea
While taking lives as a victory fee.
Each night a new victim’s cries do shrieks,
but the townspeople know better than to seek
The Woman, who wanders within those halls. Continue reading “The Lady in White”
A moment hasn’t passed that I haven’t thought of you
How is it the world can still be moving.
I sit here broken in two. Continue reading “The World and Me”
You are life’s greatest treasure,
a warmth of happiness radiates with every smile.
The love for you, cannot be measured,
please stay young awhile.
Never lose that sparkle in your eye.
Keep close all your hopes and dreams,
and never let the little things pass by.
Remember God’s love will always beam. Continue reading “A Godmother’s Prayer”
Ink black to blue
writing trying to connect to you.
Finger to finger,
your soul still lingers. Continue reading “Writing with You”
This silence is killing me,
its telling me everything that’s wrong with me.
This silence is burning me,
asking me questions I don’t want to know. Continue reading “Sedatephobia”
You wrote the scene and I played the part,
Was flawless till you made our story end.
Looking back won’t get me anywhere. I’m left on my own to fend.
I won’t go on and tell you about my bleeding heart.
So I’ll look on ahead and begin my new start. Continue reading “Erased”
I cannot undo what is already done
No thread I can reattach to be connected to you.
No button to press to have you reappear.
No bargaining plea to have you here with me. Continue reading “Could, Could Have, Cannot”
Still drowning looking for a life preserver that may never come.
I’m sinking down into my indebted guilt.
There seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s not for me.
I suffocate in the darkness on my own fumes. Continue reading “RESPONSIBILITY”
A numbing tingle begins to spread
No sound, but I try to shout.
A realization. I am filled with dread
I’m back in my personal hell, desperate to break out Continue reading “Sleep Paralysis”
With red bold letters it’s 3 o’clock,
It’s time to sleep, but why does your dog have to bark?
Why does my neighbor have to boom his radio broadcast?
Why do all the the loud shrieking cars have to pass?
Why are there drunks shouting out in the park? Continue reading “Sleep (Rondeau)”