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Loyal to Sadness

Do you ever feel p o w e r l e s s ?

Like everything is j u s t a m e s s . . .

If everybody feels this way

Why doesn’t anyone act like it?

If everyone is feeling down

Why do they smile and never frown?

You may not know true happiness

But you also know nothing about true sadness.

Dive deep in

Show them how you feel

otherwise

your sadness is not real.

How many times did you laugh today?

How many upbeat “hello’s” did you say?

You say you’re sad, but you ain’t.

“Feeling blue” is just a picture you paint.

You’re not sad

Don’t lie

You sleep with sadness on the side

Yet you hold hands with happiness for pride

You’re flirting with happiness in the light

Yet you dream of sadness every night.

You are not loyal to sadness

You do not deserve its deep blue depth.

You are not loyal to sadness

So don’t pretend to be upset.

You are not sad, you are not happy

Y o u a r e n o t h i n g

Y o u a r e p o w e r l e s s

Graveyard Walk

Take a graveyard walk down memory lane

See all I had to lose, in order to ever gain

See the broken bones and the lifeless hearts

See the sacrifices made, in search of a new start

This tombstone here is so special to me

Lay down roses and imagine what could be

Lay down letters that will never be returned

Lay down sage, light a match and let it burn

The ghosts wander waiting and listening for prayers

Tell them all my secrets I am willing to share

Tell them scary stories about my own waking life

Tell them there is better reason to fear the day, than to fear the night.

Murder Scene

***WARNING: GORY HALLOWEEN POEM***

The detective enters the room

and instantly senses an aura of gloom.

Splashes of crimson red

across the room, it’s spread

all over the walls and floor.

He searches closer for more.

There is no body here,

yet the evidence is clear.

In the center of the room: a chair

He circles around it with a piercing stare

Coiled around it are heavy chains and handcuffs

Furrowing his eyebrows in disgust

Continuing to further explore

JUMPS when he hears a knock on the door

coming from the closet, he sees

doorknob is rattling, now he’s weak in the knees

“HELP!” a woman’s voice shrieks

The door swings wide open, and what does he see?

A skeleton hangs, flesh melted to the ground

A hand reaches and takes the detective down.

Thin Line

There’s a thin line between love and hate

between purpose and mistake

between randomness and fate.

There’s a thin line between fear and desire

between lower and higher

between water and fire.

Like a balance beam, I walk the line

seeing the similarity of both sides.

Blurred it becomes and I must admit

that this thin line does not truly exist.