The Blue Room
Have you ever visualized
what it would be like drowning
in the frozen waters of your own
misfortune? Sinking into the hole
of nothingness where the darkness
eats away whats left of your
dieing soulI wonder what it
would feel like to have thousands
of stinging needles stabbing your
precious skin.

Wouldnt it feel good?

Crying out to the dead air of its
night but of coursetheres
nothing out there. What a sight
to see. Your frozen body sinking
to the bottom of the fortress with
the rest of the emptiness in your
cold heart. Struggling to save
whats left of yourself while
your face shows off its emotionless
stare. The underworld sucks whats
left from your icicled veins for its
own survival. As you choke on
the razor sharp teeth from the
waters life, you become easily
forgotten.


Freedom Denied
I wanna dive in my glass of chardonnay
and forget what day it is. I have managed
to only trace my fingertip around the rim.
Almost like if youre at the beach and you
slowly walk out into the water, not too far
nor quickly, or else you cant touch.
You can tell Ive become anxious to get
wet by the way I tap my foot but again,
freedom slipped back in the bottle.



Oracle Menace
I could stare
at it for hours.
Sucks you in
with every brilliant stroke
calling

Every violent line
of smeared blood
beckons life.
Wants you to lick it
taste it
warm
and powerful.

A god like creation
coming to life the more
its spun.
Thirsty for scaled walls
and train stations.

I want it all!
Whisper to me!
Thoughts running,
hearts race,
and it touches me.


A to B to
A poem still in progress
Because it keeps changing.
Complicated signs rip apart and
Disperse in different directions.
Effortlessly spiraling and
Fighting off parasites with bony teeth but
Gaining nothing but an empty bubble gum wrapper.
Hazed and confused, the light
Illuminated of the left shoe.
Jived out of a quarter to call home which
Kills off colored tones.
Left unsaid to play again, then
Mercy chokes the gun.
Neither you nor I dismiss the need to
Over dose the word HATE or abuse
Pain like its going out of style.
Quite frankly, Id like to
Rationalize and say,
So what if this poem is still in progress.
Too late to quit when your ahead.
Unfulfilled I am after breakfast so I
Vow to sleep without a nightlight.
Whenever I discover that
X marks the spot,
You never stay in one place so I become
Zealous in this equation.