Past

An old friendship, almost lost, almost untouched by the fingers of time.

Dusty pictures, sad days rain by, No one there, no one listening, please pick up the phone.

Life is wasting away, but here I stay stuck in the past, wishing it would've lasted.

I'm sorry

I couldn't

stay.

Empty Love

Scraps. Flying, lost pieces of my soul, shreds, flying as dandelion fuzz does.

My soul. I chase. I lose the scraps. My heart screams, its violent words thudding against my chest. "No!" I am lost.

I wander. I have no identity, no feelings, no face. I am an empty shell for the world to imprint upon.

Truth

"Truth is lies." some say.

"Lies are truth." other argue.

Lies fall from lips like rain.

Truth comes like a rockslide. Neither is real.

All there is is silence.

Nightmare

I stand. Utter blackness ripples under my feet where they are pressed into my prison's floor.

I first look for an exit. I find none. Then a square of light opens in my prison of darkness.

I forget my caution and run to the light. But it hurts my eyes, so I back up and hide, for now I realize, the devils have me.

My demons have me. My worst fears have me. I huddle in the corner, waiting for my fear to put its fangs in me.

But then my fear becomes my friend. We walk into the light together and I wake up.

"Thank goodness!" I gasp. I am so relieved I don't notice the real monster sitting at the foot of my bed.