Poverty

And it harm none Mama formed the mission, holding her Bible a glory soaked misfit.

Save It

Save the idle banter and the petty, senseless chatter for the next innocent victims of your self created disaster.

Wicked Jinn

My lids are heavy.  My brain churns thoughts.  I run for home, spooning with dog.  Exhaustion.  I am aggressive and stalwart.  

Solitary Respite

Closing the spaces I once shared. Closing the trust I once spared.

The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel

Wind comes, leaving half torn remnants of color, a pinwheel once moved by breath.

Kaleidoscope

Fear is an illusion. I invite these intrusions to include truth, even if it hurts you.

Clowns

Empath; this solitary epitaph, words come lucid, swept on tides, murky.

Shattered

Shattered into a host of ghosts I never saw a demon save in the memories of my screaming.

Disregard

The content expresses profound emotions of fear, loneliness, and pain, capturing a struggle for understanding and the burden of existence amid adversity and despair.

Fire Heart

My heart is on fire. It burns like ember logs in pot belly stoves.

A Language

Must everything have definition in this two dimensional "I have a question need an answer about the hereafter and what might not be?"