Dark Lost Poems

Mother 
the streets are cold
do you know my name?
I am getting old
don't forget to pray
so maybe God 
can take your place
when you are gone...

Mother 
the...

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How about some delicious tea
I want it with crackers and brie
Honey is very sweet
Better than sweaty feet
I got bit by a yellow bee



That bee just...

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Now you have gone away,
I have not much to say.
Remembering sitting on the bay, 
even when the big clouds were gray.
I know you could not...

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I went for my early morning run,
just me and my young son.
It was to be a lot of fun,
then home for a hot cross bun.
We...

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In the dimly lit corners of her existence,
She lingered, a ghost in the midst of persistence.
From the womb, she was marked, a black sheep born,
Destined...

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In shadows deep, she seeks her rest,
Where pain's embrace feels like a test.
Her heart, a fortress, cold and still,
Where echoes of her anguish fill.

The girl,...

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Nervous I sat,
waiting to be called.
I wasn’t sure what it was he said,
but it meant a lot to me.
Then I realized,
he was not talking to...

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They say eyes are the windows to the soul, 
Hiding behind a facade taking its toll.
Saying you're fine when you're anything but, 
In your mind,...

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Here's a story poem about a girl's tragic descent, imbued with dark imagery:
A Broken Doll's Lament
Tiny fingers, a gap in the wood, a scene etched...

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Come on guys I really need to go.
My inside are about to blow,
This line is way too long,
No time to sing a song.
I am filled...

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In the depths of desire, I surrender to you,
My body, my soul, in everything I do.
Your dominance, a flame that ignites,
In the dance of pleasure,...

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Burned by dawn of brand new light
I drift back into primal night
to find upon my dreams a dance
in wait to be
restored by chance.
...

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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet 

How is the tender word love...

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She was like the softest clouds,
On a warm, sunlit day.
Standing out in any crowd, 
In a celestial way.

Unsure how to cope,
With a loss so profound.
Yet...

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long dark night 

you never say

return to me

this orange bedroom

its open fire

crackling through acetylcholine

tongues like fingers

bodies arched

two spoons

smeared in oils

red and umber

the drifting leaves

the streets...

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