Where cold hearts thrive

It’s always winter
sprouts grow
Frost shatters and slows
Cutting through
Only surface deep
to create such wonderful pictures
which I’ll never know

We sleep through time
To keep our warmth together

It’s always winter
Cold sticks with me
Through seasons to
come Beds lay empty and unmade
Notes left and notes left
Sores ache and hearts tire
To such bleak setting Suns
burn for someone
But not I who sleeps without
sleeps always



I’m sorry to say this but
I haven’t been the same since you
have a face I can’t figure
out of time and out of place I’d
never forget you each second.

Can you find me
someone to love like you
never loved me.

I’ve found nothing new
I’ve found an empty house
an empty mind
The quiet kills
as you did time and time again
Your screams could keep me sane.

A Sad Chapter

Each line can denote
Something learned about your self
Or an experience over the last year

Just allow your mind to wander
and think upon what steps meant
how the time ticked by
What did you let pass
Who did you let go

When did you decide
To stop here when the end of the year
Showed you the final page

This was the last one for you

Yes, This one is about you.

A wrote a little poem
which made me sad.
All I wanted to do was tell you about it.

You were always better than me.
Too good for me, but not for yourself.
I’m constantly reminded of you
when I do something spectacular, creative.
Because you were always there doing the same
being more than just me
The universe would remind me of you, a muse
To yourself and all


Each man has poison in his bones
and aches and breathes of the blood he spills
A child’s tear running thicker now
among an echoed laugh
always in a distance
a warmth of heart he has felt
but which he’s dug out
he never learned to break the distance
of silence which rings
of bombs he endured
as his own weight held him down
a thousand tons upon each
away from love which
he would never reach

I miss hanging out with the pretty people
The dull bulbs under shocking light
Each one you can stare at forget
to never go blind
While you may go deaf any second
The screams of fans will force you on your knees
Down to where you should be
Unearthed and under earth
among rats and vermin
crawling on bellies
worshipping your queen
scratching your own dignity
ruining your body, your beauty
to sit bent and broke under the heel
The precious feet you begged to kiss

When you’re among the pretty people