Catching Fire

Cut me open and let my demons flow out
Bleeding words onto the page like spilled ink
Writing and rewriting these memories in my head
Broken promises cast long lasting shadows
Keeping my scars hidden from the world
Voices calling out to me from the darkness
Trying to convince me to come play in the chaos yet again
Thinking in circles, spinning out of control
Fighting with these feelings of insignificance
Tearing flesh hastily from my bones
To let these thoughts out
The fiends dance on the tip of my tongue
Trying to tell me how to speak
Gloom envelopes me in its blanket
Keeping me safe inside the warmth
This heart is not a flicker but a flame
I let myself catch fire
To keep the world from judging me

Fire Inside

She has the soul of a Viking
A heart born ready to fight
She’s got her wits about her
And an unbreakable grip on her axe
Using the stars in the darkened sky to guide her
She sets sail long into the night
Waging war on any obstacle in her way
Leaving naught but destruction in her path
Born with a fire inside waiting to ignite

a revisit to an old poem

Throwing my future to the wind
never taking strides
lost inside this capsule
frozen within this time
a fortitude no longer afforded 
the cost too much to bare
payment rendered in blood

Losing ground
upside down and sideways
never turning ’round
losing everything within me
thats been keeping me alive
cutting ties from all that binds me
all that held my hand
killing all that could be saved
everything that hides somewhere inside me…

Lost within
love me, hate me
I am just your fucking sin
I was everything
now I am nothing
somewhere inside me
lost within
Blame me…
For I am your fucking sins
and only yours

I will dig deep beneath your surface
Slither through your veins
And infect your heart
You will love me

I will claw my way inside you
Crawl into your mind
And infest your thoughts
You will remember me


The cold wind blows
Clashing with hot breath
Flame filled barrels
Fighting against the winter storm
Teeth chattering
As fingers freeze beneath ripped gloves
White canvas sneakers
Soaked through from sloshy brown snow
Last week’s newspaper
Fuel for the fire
Hoping winters rage takes a break
Long enough for toes to thaw
Slowly starving themselves
And the flames under a frozen tunnel
Homelessness is freezing to death while living in hell


Last night I dreamt of you
                  and the night before that too
The dream was like a stolen memory
one we never got to have
Like life in an alternate reality
                  where everything had changed
the only constant was you and me
maybe it was a glimpse into what could have been
a future that never was to be