Screaming Poems

MY HUSBAND 101 AIRBOURNE SCREAMING EAGLES MY HERO AND I EMBRACE STOLEN VALOR UPON US

WE CATER TO ONE ANOTHER MORE DURING THESE HARSH TIMES OF EMOTIONAL CRUELTY ACTUALLY TWO WHOLE YEARS WHEN IT STARTED AGAIN STALKERS THREATENING MY LIFE AFTER A FAILED ASSASINATION ATTEMPT ON MY LIFE SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD FROM A COMPLETE CONSPIRACY OF CORRUPTION BITTER WITH ME FOR WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND

STOLEN VALOR CRUEL AND VERY CRIMINAL INTENT 101 AIRBORNE SCREAMING EAGLES

STOP STOLEN VALOR AGAINST DISABLED WAR HEROS AND THEIR FAMILIES MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND MY WONDERFUL WAR HERO EXPERIENCING A HORROR NO MILITARY FAMILY SHOULD EVER ENDURE AFTER SEVERAL BREAK INS HOME INVASIONS RIPPING DOCUMENTS FROM VIETNAM DEVESTATION COMPLETE DEVESTATION CALMING HIM AFTER RETURNING FROM MY OWN HEART DOCTOR I IN COMPLETE AFIB HEART RACING HE

Awaken Screaming

     confusion slips into our beds
        games the minds of gentle heads

     twists familiars to never-beens
        personas dark mask every scene

     far away from hearth and home
  

As I Slam Arthritic Hands Into A Broken Keyboard, Nobody Can Hear Me Screaming

In a rather egotistical
and pathetic attempt
to immortalize myself,
in something I lost,
everything.

And now that I’ve burned
all of my bridges and I’m drowning,
the only thing I have left
to do is work. 

And it's not working.

And the only ones
praising my work
are little kids,
the same age I was
when I broke everything.

Lucky me.

I watch them do
the same foolish things,
reaching for

REMEMBERING JOE GRATES DISTRICT 46 SCREAMING EAGLES

REMEMBERING JOSEPH FRANCIS GRATES JOE AND MY HUSBAND SERVED TOGETHER IN VIETNAM 101 SCREAMING EAGLES HE WAS ACTUALLY A MAYOR AT ANYRATE HE WAS A BIG PART OF OUR MARRIAGE ACTUALLY WE WOULD SIT FOR HOURS AT THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS THE OLD BUILDING BINGO SOCIAL GATHERINGS I AM TOTALLY REMINDED OF THE KINDNESS JOE

Screaming Under Water

It feels like screaming underwater. Like I opened my chest, and handed you my lungs. You told me they weren't real. Like I am sitting in a room with the windows shut. Everyone smiling, nodding, laughing, while I am on fire, but nobody smells the smoke. I say what I think, and it echoes back

Warmth of winter

I woke up one morning, 
To the barren of trees.
The sky was blue, 
yet the silence screamed.

What was it that made winters so dry?
So cold, so blue, so lost of life.
The snow burried dead beneath, 
The trees cried their leaves away,

The birds hiding in fear from the rest,
The world only led astray.
Who was it who

Voices

The voices are so loud they’re deafening,
They’re cruel, mean and threating,
Torturing over and over, night and day,
Revelling in what to them is play,
Screaming, yelling, pulling me down,
I rarely have a smile, instead it’s a frown,
The pain is crippling me to no end,
But I can’t show it, I have to pretend.

Looking Inside Out

Looking inside out, I might not be so bad/
Because the world is going mad and I can't be sad/
I should really be motivated, to touch down better/
But this storm I'm trying to weather, I can't let up/
Looking inside out, I just wonder how I look/
Some people think I'm cool and don't see me as a

Screaming in Silence

Screaming in Silence

In the depths of my soul, a cry echoes through
A scream in silence, only You can hear it true
Doubts creep in, like shadows on the wall
"Is Your presence real? Do You hear me at all?"

I pray for sunshine, for light in the night
But rain keeps falling, and darkness takes flight
My plans, so carefully

Home of the Screaming Cupcake

Barista’s Bakery home of the screaming cupcake
I had to rush inside to see what this meant.
Screaming was happening in two corners of the room.
One boy was devouring a purple cupcake.
It was screaming bloody murder.
Another couple was gnawing on a carrot cupcake.
It was shrieking as if it was in labor.
I have to have one I said.

Screaming in Darkness

There is a darkness
that tears at the mind
like vulture's beaks,
ripping flesh from flesh
as blood drips down my hands
from fingernails clutched to my face
in a silent scream of terror

I suffer in this dark realm
as my mind sees things,
a dark demented shadow
passing in my mind's eye
hunting my soul
trying to consume what it can
wanting to leave an empty

The Screaming Souls of a Soundless Forest

I romanticize the single room without a jurisdiction
If only I could filter through a voice of logic over reaction 
Would it impel my inner child to regress into an illusion?
My mind composes a structure but it’s just a series of buildings 
Some of them unfrequented, some of them abandoned
Some of them radiant, some of them

Screaming in the silence

Screaming inside 
but all they hear is silence.
Not a sound.
Don't say it out loud.
Don't tell them.
Your minds like 
a carousel always going around.
Does it matter?
Do they really need to know?
Would anyone even notice
If you just got up to go?
But what if one day
that up & go turns
to just gone?
Wishing someone just 
reached out making you

Screaming into the wind

I scream into the wind in the hope someone
Will hear.

I Scream into the wind so you hear me far and
Never.

I scream into the wind in anguish and dispair.

I scream into the wind but no one seems to
CARE.

I scream into the wind but my screaming is
In vain

Because screaming into the wind does not
Take away the pain.

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