There’s a ghost in the mirror,
She sings songs with my face,
I have seen her before,
But we went separate ways.
The blues of her eyes
Still swallow me whole,
She’s dynamite explosion,
Too scared to let it show.
I want to be something
I’m afraid I’m not,
I’m too pretty to cry,
But too shy to be her.


Holding onto speechless

I feel without words,
Saving them for some other time.
I feel stuck and unchanging,
Still I keep moving forward
Or just two steps back…
Backtracking thoughts
Some might name useless worries.

Face stained, I am voiceless
My eyes confess to you in tears
Silently, honest, telling you,
“I feel the sting in cold winds touch…
So please, do not tell me
You can hear the voices in wind
Whisper softly, saying ‘let go.’ “



I yearn for songs that have not been written,
As I count minutes that have already passed.
While these hands attempt to compose thoughts,
I see truth exposed in a light too clear,
My pen fades out…
Tomorrow may never come.



Confusion in faint light
Burns bright
And I’m realizing
I’m so lost…
Trying to find


Spit it out

I’m the loneliest of lonely,
Thinking thoughts this dirty.
Ears scream, slick
Sounds of blades on skin,
A splitting headache,
Just more heartache.
Choking up the inside out,
Decaying demons slay with doubt.



Sadness you call to me again,
An old friend phoning home.
While it hurts my throat,
I still choke on hello
To greet you,
To feel something
Saying “empathy”
In your luring tone,
In the way you say,
“I miss you.”


I miss you my friend

I miss when writing came easy,
When words flowed from my veins,
Falling into perfect lines,
Flowing into flawless sounds.

I miss when mind and body would meet,
When I could write as fast as my thoughts,
Pouring blues and reds to purple,
Painting pictures using only word.

I miss when my thoughts sung in tune with these hands…