When I look into the mirror,
What do I see?
All the vice and all the need.
It’s a slow bleed
That feeds the hatred in me,
The evasion of pleas,
The casual cruelty of the free.
I call her demon in green,
Draped in red, white, and blue.
An entreaty to a greater deity –
Make the image someone other
Make me more than the colorful character,
I’ve pretended so long to be,
The one now wearing my skin permanently. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #20 – Savior Liar
Promised to stop,
Knowing you thought it important,
But with fist or with mind,
The need remains
Inside. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #19 – Pain
Hello darkness, my old friend…
I would die for your slightest whim,
And I don’t care if it’s a sin.
Ask me to Sink or Ask me to Swim. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #18 – Too Much
fate is final
faith is fatal Continue reading Moonlit Musing – Cancer
I wrote you a letter the other day.
It sits in a notebook tucked out of the way.
I wish I was daring enough to send it,
But I fear if I do, everything will change. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #11 – Your Poem
I hate you – for all you haven’t done.
All the acts the title was meant to convey,
All the lessons you were supposed to bestow
Upon your impressionable offspring every day. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #10 – Gone Forever
After all you’ve been, and all you’ve done,
How can you take as contemporary gospel,
That you’re God’s chosen one?
Have you repressed our history?
I wish I could.
I’ve tried enough for a lifetime.
If God deems you worthy,
Then that’s a god I can’t abide. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #8 – Either Or
I blare the music
To ensnare my mind
To spare myself the memory
Of the mayhem you voiced tonight – Continue reading Misplaced Missive #210 – Background Music
Set in between my black heart and your white lies,
Grey eyed wisdom is overshadowed by extremes,
But I need: Some guidance, some advice,
‘Cause I do not know what is right.
I turn away and you tell me to stay,
I stay put and hate myself for being weak,
I don’t know where to find the answers I seek. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #203 – All The Colors That You Shine
It’s three walls closing in around you and the only open exit is a cliff edge leading to a pit of spikes. But slowly. Creeping death as Metallica would have it. And it’s all the more tangible for being so slow, because you can see and feel and dread it coming, but there seems like no way to stop it without making everything exponentially worse.
So you freeze. Continue reading Moonlit Musing – Anxiety.