Lonely Playground

Peace is an abandoned playground swing
swinging gently in the night breeze
as each gust of wind tries to envelope it,
break it off it's rusty hinges,
and carry it away.
Yet every time is buffers and bats
creaking restless melodies
that no ear can quite understand.
Once that swing was wanted
yearned and desired
now it's stuck
forever swaying in the breeze.

fear is a toy gun: fake but realistic

fear is a gun
lurking at the bottom of each endless closet
each dust covered corner,
hidden in the shadows,
drenched and dripping of untold horrors.
and oncve you notic it your body becomes stiff
trying to withdraw away
a battle between your shadows and your heart

fear is a toy gun
unsure whether it is real
dangerous each bullet filled with unimaginable choas
or whether it is a mear replica
safe and harmless-
no matter the difference it will haunt you
awaken your senses t oevery scream of pain you may hear
awaken your thoughts to horrors that cannot truly exist
awaken you from every dream of happiness
suddenly roacked with the realization that
gun is fear, fear is gun

Last night, she sat down in front of the green notebook and...

Last night, she sat down in front of the green notebook and
let her mind open and wander to lands never traveled
as she marked crisp pages of delicate paper
covering them in thousands of words
scribbled with ebony ink
cascading from a pen
with word from every corner of her heart
and every inch of shadow in between.
Formulating thoughts, provoking questions
Never been heard before
and her beautiful desire for answers

Tough, Rough River of Life

I wrote this after seeing the damage Hurricane/Tropic storm Irene and the flooding caused it deeply affected me so I decided to write this poem:

stand and cry
one single tear for
every life,
every loss,
every dream taken away


in a breath taking moment of sudden power
everything was lost in under an hour
floating away,
away,
away


then gone, left all alone
a world far way from the one  I was in
one where pain didn't exist,
emotions not so tough
and no river would ever get this rough
stand and cry