My Dearest Edgar, What twisted thoughts corrupt your mind? What ails your soul, also ails mine Haunted voices fill your head Visions of the macabre, dance of the dead Your heart yearns for love long lost I, too, have felt its cost Kindred spirits, I…

Latent buzz of heat Inching deep under my skin Every night, I wake up to How much I need you How much I want you To touch your fingertips with my lips And sing at the glory of electric nerves Every night, I wake up…

NO VOICE Burning bridges of my soul No voice Powerful bullets of your screams Leaving a hole in my heart Crumbling memories in my head No voice Teared up pictures Gone without consent Shattered skin on my body No voice Hurtful touch of your fingers…

There was once a mighty king His eyes were brimming. He was the talk of the town Pride ornamented his walk. Greed crowned him. Women were afraid of his lust. He envied every happy person and took it out on gluttony. He earned only wrath…

(will add referenced media later, no one included it yet on the media tab) Soon my favorite season Sweet summer child Transitions within to fall The leaves a copper red But my home trees are pines Not seasonal sycamore And my leaves are spines Shed…

I am feeling short poems today. But I am focusing on getting some words written rather than making long poems. Editing can add more words if needed. Hour 12 used prompt for hour   Some days I feel like I’m in a closet That is…

I whispered to the winds about you Tales so heavy they couldn’t carry too Of crumbling hopes and unheard wishes Sighs that swept away molten mirths I whispered to the winds about you All those musings pinned on you Sullen queries and bitten out lies…

Its been a while, I have walked miles, the road ahead is long, and you are still gone, I am all alone, no one to call, no one to hold, where to see, what to know, you may have come, are my dreams still true,…

It’s an eerie chromatic primary land where trees are red and yellow is sand

Made of glass and metal Hazard in every tube Wood and fabric monsters M&Ms and juice Eaten by the fistful Empty trash remain A wild dino dinner Plated on a plane Plateau of terracotta Cubonic and yet flat And past trees pressed carefully In page…