broken bits and pieces

Meaningless, useless,

bits of myself,

form into the sad

human being I am.

No amount of positive thinking

or saying I’m okay will make

my broken bits and pieces form

a smile on my face today.



Harsh Words (harsh thoughts)

Harsh words from deep wounds.

Harsh thoughts from mental scars.

Stretch out on the cold ground.

Follow a shooting star.


Imagine life is worth living.

Close my eyes and I am blind.

Capture a moment, hold it close,

pretend it’s special. One of a kind.


never ending

Each night turns me into sleep.

Each morning has me aware.

Each tick of time passes by.

And boredom has me scared.


Every nightmare has me hiding.

Subconscious sinister shadows.

My dreaming eyes will never close.

Sculptures made from blood stained Play-Doh.


Nowhere to disguise myself.

Nightmares don’t allow trap doors.

Every pathway is another horror.

Never ending until the morn.

one, two, cha cha cha…


I keep trying to force love from knocking in my heart.


I try to keep the hate outside but the darkness knows no boundaries and will not hide.


All the empty pounding makes a lie out of truth and the truth denies the lie trampling itself under boot.