Addiction

Long tentacles with poison thorns thrash about

Touching  innocence and those that never chose

Tales of Time

Those with plenty but dare not share could lose it all with nothing to spare.

Reality

Panic simmers beneath the skin

Can’t believe what is true

Your fathers God becomes your own

Forgotten Deeds

Fingers tight around colors of red

Tongue  pressed out in concentration

Little finger touching paper of what will be

Beyond the Feeders IV

An eruption of glass and heavy blackness violently knock you to the ground. As your vision fades you hear the birds and see the image beyond the feeders that lured you here…

Transformers

It is also a place owned by all and that is where I begin….

Silent House

Tears of others used as a whetstone tool

Sharpened tongue precisely placed

Simple Act

Tears of hope roll down my dry cheeks

Wishes & Hopes

I do wish peace to those with struggles, whether they are visibly obvious or hidden deep within their selves.