Midnight Toker

Their love was never silent, always profusing with pride,Each would make glittered glances to catch the others eye. First, flustered fingers touched tips, static sparks in plain sight,The second a moment was perfect, everything fell right into flight! Two frantic souls sharing seconds of tactful tension,The silence would deafen, nothing needed to be mentioned. The rest was history in the…

What could you do less of? I could do less daily dreading And start existencing execptetionally. I could do less negotiating with negativity And do more with curing my creativity, I could do less of what is more, But at least I do more than less of what I did before. . . . ~E.W.~ © All Rights Reserved 2024 . . ****Just another writing prompt to pass the time. Give it a like, if ya…

Have you ever felt at home in the rain? Nothing is sweeter than salty water in spring, Have you ever fallen in love with winters rage? The passing day by day routine on repeat, Like each season, brings on its own different falling leaves. Take us back to nostalgic summer days, Or take us to a tomorrow where everything is always okay. Life is too short for anything to be but a phase, Let…

What Nightmares Are Made Of

My life is dystopic, My heart exists in the myopic, And I am tired from the relentless memories Perpetuating my past history that still, to this day, haunts me; Triggering a reality I didn’t ask for but some how seek Out the horrifying monsters who perfectly pretend to act accordingly So I can consider myself to be lucky To even have someone willingly love me. Dusty floors had boxes of…

An ode to my last confession.

I wish it never was,

I never should have opened up,

It has only led me to a dead end.

I learned the hard way to keep my heart cold,

I traped it under floor boards,

Locked it in, and threw away the key.

Forgotten memories are caught in cramped corners,

Rigorous routines are repetitively perpetuating

While my sanity is left to aimlessly…

Rain full of Ghosts

The rain is full of ghosts tonight,

Seeping through window sills,

Dripping in the cracks of dreams

Lost souls haunting nightmares into me.

I fear the night has only just begun,

The skeletons in my closet are still searching for a key

Before the shadows cast a stab in the dark,

I am paralyzed from demons making their mark

On a botched up excuse for a body.

My eyes…

Death is a sonder melody you can only hear in the silence haunting,

Death is more of a memory than a fleeting feeling in shadows hiding

For death declares we are less than something but more than nothing.

I believe death too must be earned by the curse of veins burning,

A temple’s body tearing apart at the seems

Is the weight of the world crumbling on every human being.

Death…

Your Own Little World

She believes she has an expert opinion

Based solely on the world she lives in.

A home is a confined prejudice,

A neighborhood is gated in with its privileged benefits,

A city is an opportunity to voice your stigmatized statements,

And the state is merely the beginning of this blatantly mocking entertainment.

Imagine for a moment, if you didn’t live in your own little world,

You could possibly…

To tell you the secrets she keeps

Is understating,

Loose the lips with a luscious whisky kiss

And find her fables to be infatuating.

Since the beginning of her time,

Life has always been an illusion,

Lies are the truth in her world,

Women’s words are often worthless

And are met with restrained confusion.

Do you look with only one eye?

Or do you see through a child’s mind?

Summarize a special…

I’m Tired

I am tired of being tired of being tired of being.

Make sense? Well, to put it simply, my existence is exhausting.

I am tired of what we have called ‘living’

I don’t want to die but I want to stop everything

Love, peace, and turmoil would end indefinitely.

I just don’t think I am allowed to be who I know to be,

The truth is, this has never been the real me;

I am an empty smile stretched out and…

Let’s say, I’m intrigued,

I learned a lot this past week.

God is man-made interpretation, each his own defines a King of Kings

Certain their perception is how the almighty one would speak.

You could say, I am intrigued.

What makes anyone think

Politics are those of Christ-like beliefs?

I’ve been doubting our humanity

Expecting my faith to offer some clarity

However, I am met with judgement from…

The old apple tree from my childhood home cracked at its roots,

I felt the searing pain through and through; I believed I had too.

In the middle of summers dying end

Back while camping with friends

I remember sour apples with a somber solace,

The roasted stories blazing through sparks of living bliss.

Oh to be innocently sweet, young, and free!!

How the times have turned, every leaf fallen…

Do you even know the definition of oppression?

Your privilege is condescension

As you flaunt your lack of education

In confidence to justify your evil intentions.

You refuse our remorse for past transgressions

And instead worship a God as a mask to your false embodiment of perfection.

Where is logic, reason, and scientifically proven explanation?

How are you satisfied with only one biased…

This side of my skin

What if I were to tell you the stories hidden

Are deep within my carved sin?

The epitome of justifiable is in every cut message written,

It is my own form of judgement;

You’ve only seen one side of my skin.

Vain underneath the veins is how I properly function.

The pain isn’t in the brain, I know that wasn’t in the instructions.

How does “coping” make you sane? Do we all press the same button?

My…

I need to escape near the setting sun to settle my sorrows in the sea.

The sound of clashing waves on the shore is soothing but missing,

In a room already filled with water to the top of a mellow pink ceiling

There’s a twenty-five foot wave haunting over my dreams

But not enough to drown me.

Last night, however, was the biggest tidal wave I have yet to see,

Crashing over me I woke up to salty…