Tag: #thesundaymuse

Lipstick on Broken Glass

“Love! Love until the night collapses!” ― Pablo Neruda Let me go mad –While the sun sits pretty in autumn sky Let me raise my glass –to a long life all these years gone by Let me drift away- with falling stars on an obscure night… Continue Reading “Lipstick on Broken Glass”

Behind Vacant Eyes

“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.”  ― Charles Bukowski To the outer world she is gone- Bat-shit crazy, delusional, lostDefeated, lonesome, aloneHer heart… Continue Reading “Behind Vacant Eyes”

Frigid Twilight

In weathered sheaves of light before gnarled hands can rest silver strands flow through as painful memories come to mind With each tarnished grey knot spiteful deeds and dead lovers cryremorseful tears roll down a lined facefrozen in songs of frigid twilight  Pale ghosts of the past haunt… Continue Reading “Frigid Twilight”

Murder of Crows

They share dark dreams and visceral prose While above a murder of screeching crows Binds their souls to scorching sin town Driving a rusty winged cadillacAs they slip out the back JackWhen they can’t pay the rent On their one room dirt shack That looks down from the… Continue Reading “Murder of Crows”

haunting Echo

“glass will cut you every day, and sometimes you will crawl through hell to feel the sun.” ― Ben Ditmars Indigo twilight slides in with stealthy whispers While waning candlelight flames tremble and waver The jade bottle is empty and the crystal glass heavy Closing ocean wave eyes,… Continue Reading “haunting Echo”

Life Path: No.1

“Tonight started innocently enough. Most terrible things do, right?”  ― Suzanne Hayes, I’ll Be Seeing You Left to disintegrate and fade away, a reminder of her youthwhen innocence was torn asunder in one surreptitious actA swift path to dutiful adulthood way before her timeA child raising… Continue Reading “Life Path: No.1”

Pain

Pain does this to a body-pushes you to the brink surrounds you in deceptive arms making you believe that it always was and always will be here washing you up on a rusty shore anchored by the weight of its magnitude and there you sit, buried in quicksand thoughts and shifting… Continue Reading “Pain”

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