Sweat breaks the silence,

The room spins, my eyes revolve,
I don't remember if it was you or not.

I saw that dark face in the quiet air –
Staring me down with deep,
Wrong eyes.
As the night grows older, I am afraid to sleep.
Petrified to hear your black voice,
Bouncing between the hollow walls.
The windows speak,
Whispering of your intruding lies –
That was you walking in my dreams, they say.

Ravishing those blood stained sheets, you laughed.
And I hear that cackle despite the wind.
I wish you would leave me alone,
Let me heal the wounds…

I will never forget the screams,
The pleads,
The incessant fighting,
Why didn't you listen?

The walls are sleeping now, as the light shines in.
One more night, eyes swollen from the pain.
Maybe someday I will greet you,
Take your hand in my dreams,
And bleed you with bare skin.

Just like you laughed,
When I took my last, innocent breath.


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About this blog

Well, I've decided to start blogging my poetry. I don't think the blog on My Space really fits my writing well - and I figure this way, I'll be much more on top of things.

I've been writing since I was 8 years old. I've taken many creative writing classes - but my biggest inspiration comes from real life events, real life people - each thing you read hits home emotionally for me. I only write descriptions of how I feel or have felt - I don't necessarily imagine what it might feel like - because then I don't feel I'd be truthful with my poetry.

Enjoy - and please always leave comments. I love them.