OMISSION [8/14/09]

Head spinning and throbbing on a perpetual racetrack

Eyes hollowed and sore; staring blankly

Clock ticking life away incessantly

Solving something temporarily and yet nothing at all

Superficial thank you and pat on the back

Good night kiss devoid of emotion

Like a stone wall implanted in you

Useless grasping

Like getting smacked in the face with a belt

And coming back for more…

Feeling the initial sting and the lasting scar

The pair so similar and yet so horridly separate

Wicked grin and dripping venom

Little inflections and slip of tongue

Nothing ever meant nor falsified

Meaning nothing at all…

Yet, everything.

OVERLOAD [7/20/09]

This restlessness, this dissatisfaction--succumb to the Silence.

A vacuous mind 

is simply a diversion 

from what matters most.

An emotionless stare at the blinding screen 

cannot soothe my fermenting stomach.

I’m stuck in a psychological field of potholes; 

forced to step over any internal dilemma.

It’s the dull ringing in the back of my mind.

A drone that deafens me and yet clarifies what I already know.

I am but a single leaf, in the end. 

Forced to be alone with my unclassifiable emotions.

An elderly woman and an energetic child do not make an aesthetically pleasing couple. 

Neither do my riotous body and befuddled mind.

No eloquent expression remains untold for now.

[Besides one realization…]

In solitude, we discover what lies beneath these jubilant facades.

In numbers, time will never halt to allow us one moment for self-searching.

Through brief periods of desolation the bitter truth unravels.

But I realize the catalyst now.

There is a ravenous need for approval beneath my skin.

Not just from others – whose acceptance is always pleasant- but from myself.

The self-deprecation is ceaseless.

The morning will result in the suffocation of my negative reality.

I’m desperate for a companion.

Release me from my nightly chains…

R.I.P [6/19/09]

The sirens used to wail in the distance –

I would never pay any attention to it.

But on that night they must have shrieked in persistence.

There’s no way the passing of Mr. Edward Martin could have gone unnoticed;

Unheard of…He was the king of Lit.

JOURNEY TO SLEEP [12/22/08]

It’s the release of tension in your shoulders and back as your mind settles in the dark.

It’s the satisfaction of completing another day.

It’s the hushed voices your parents use in the living room as you lay your head down to rest.

It’s the feel of your soft and warm cat closely purring by your side.

It’s the moment of silence and complete peace as your eyelids get heavier.

It’s the feeling of warmth as you wrap yourself in your sheets.

It’s the journey to sleep.