Category: Poetry

The myth was a good one

I was so much happier not knowing I could have gone without knowing Your troubles, your thoughts The mushiness and softness of your constitution They all leave me despondent I cry for I wish I didn’t know The myth was a good one I could have been happy […]

Need to sew a new song 

Paranoia There are eyes everywhere There are bad whispers in the ears There are palpitations at every turn Need to rest the brain Mute the buttons Sew a new song The eyes dart to and from No rest till there’s no more The bloodied fingers are too salty […]

Go to sleep wretched fingers

Those wretched set of fingers Twisted and bloodied From bearing false witness Pained and bruised Like an inflamed ego flapping in the wind Oh they have cramped Bearing the weight of empty noise Those wretched set of fingers Pointed and shouted Should have been long muted Were allowed […]