relatable tanka
crippling depression onslaught of anxiety trapped in my own mind instead i write endlessly in hopes it all goes away
Category: poetry
thus the angel sleeps
years of acid rain have pitted the ivory stone from which she was cast yet never once in her vigilant watch has one of those beneath her gaze risen yet after so long keeping guard over the restless spirits interred under her wide spread wings the facade begins to crack as even the most virtuous […]
lush lifelessness
john coltrane plays a wistful riff that echoes down my flaccid soul playing against the vertebrae introvertion of another nightmare left festering across the sleepy pockets of my mind in daydreams like this i know i am just the soft piano accompaniment to the staccato high hat that shivers in the lulls between notes the […]
self distressed expansion
the universe slows down for me in brief moments of clarity these insipid seconds stretch on and on until all of infinity itself can be boiled down into a craven feeling of fear and remorse these singular instances dance across the cerebellum like sparks drifting from a lightning struck tree split in twain deep in […]
an interview with M Ennenbach, author of (un)poetic
Welcome back to another exciting interview with yours truly. This is the second in a series of interviews. If you read the first, you may know I was a little shaky. But I am happy to report, I have done my research and have a handle on it now. Without further adieu, I’d like to […]
and thus the angel weeps
the angel weeps her stone face frozen in perpetual sorrow as the gnarled branches of the tree dance across granite skin for in her tears shed in anguish for the folly of mankind none shall see the doom that lies resting gently upon her tongue beware the gaze of the angel for in her eyes […]
murder on the side of the road
as i drove down the empty highway i witnessed a murder hovering over the barren fields circling in preparation of a meal or so i assume the quiet drive filled with sudden apprehension as the black eyes stared with menace at something on the cold ground far below then en masse they swooped a small […]
bubbles
i long for the tears to fall unfettered down scruffy cheeks to feel the bubble deep inside pop maybe find just a few moments of peace from this constant state of constantly stating that every single thing is fine living on the edge of a mental break emotionally unavailable to one’s self when emotional immaturity […]
more is less
i have spent the last week diving through hell both figurative and literal as this stomach virus rages and hell becomes all too real it is quiet so quiet that the only sound is that of the endless cycle of thoughts roaring in the empty skull of once upon a time so the fool writes […]
applicable
every step across the charred ground is a feat born of agony the lancing pain erupts travels at the speed of light from the stab wound in my thigh to brain overworked from too much stimuli everything smolders that isn’t outright burning still the sky is choked by noxious clouds i believe i may be […]
she and i
she and i walk hand in hand towards a tomorrow we hope to never see chasing the sun along the horizon in hopes that the sun never sets
growls
a drop of crimson hits the surface of the crystal clear pool with a splash sending ripples across the tranquil surface before dissipating into nothing a second a third soon a constant flowing stream as the lone man kneels shakily trying to stem the tide pouring from his throat to the side she smiles white […]
missing
she is the silence in the night the laughter in the day yet the night knows no silence the day knows no laughter when she is missing
mist rising
the mist rises gently over the placid waters thick with algae the world seems stagnant only the green remains only the green remains the stains of life’s last refrains bubble up from the sewage of yesterday the sewage of yesterday stews in primordial ooze of proteins forming rudimentary chains with nucleocytoplasmic integers with nucleocytoplasmic integers […]
one more
the subtle art of binge watching the inside of one’s eyelids seems to have been lost upon this always on world through a heady haze of exhaustion the need for one more trumps the bodily desire for sleep one more stanza one more fix one more episode one more kiss one more is the rallying […]
of bears and bares
i scrolled through the book of poetry that bears my name to see the words that bare my soul reading them for the first time since they ran from brain to finger to screen i tried to separate myself from the self that selfishly scribbled the odes to a she i dared not dream as […]
(un)poetic Release Day!
River’s post with links worldwide River says it better than I possibly could have. But today the fruits of his hard work and my scribbled lines is officially out there in the world. I have no doubts Potter’s Grove Press will be a powerhouse in the world of publishing. River is not just a brilliant […]
outside the fire
my guts are knotted like the tangled skein as clothos runs the rusty scissors to trim the errant thread from the tapestry of fate i feel her fingers across parchment thin skin to gently fondle the mass of tumors filling every crevice of this humanshaped sac deprived of stimuli wrested from sleep to shudder silently […]
a cthonic carol
on the first day of Cthulhumas HP gave to me a vision of what should not be on the second day of Cthulhumas HP whispered softly words filled with harsh insanity on the third day of Cthulhumas the rats clawed incessantly through the walls of my sanctuary on the fourth day of Cthulhumas i wept […]
Kindle version live tomorrow!
(UN)POETIC: a collection of poetry https://www.amazon.com/dp/1951840011/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_wMX4DbTTQYR42 It is not too late to preorder the Kindle edition for 99¢, and of course the paperback is already being shipped out worldwide! And it is a thing of beauty, truly.
hibernate
highs and lows of inclement weather sending the cellular biome into a state of disrepair of despair wrangling wild witticisms into a full slate of winsome goodbyes as the urge to sleep until summer wins out
of mummification and bone trumpets
the ancient egyptians would lovingly remove the internal organs fill the cavity of the corpse with dried flowers a hooked tool entered the nose to extract the brain then with attention to detail they would wrap the body in preparation for the afterlife in the duat a year ago i hit the lowest point of […]
a hush filled night breaks day
the time just before dawn when the world is still slumbering the moon hangs in pale white dominion the stars shine like gems long carved from the ebon sky this is the time to reminisce to fall back into the fleeting wakeful dream of memory where the walls of the veil are thinnest between what […]
burnt orange umbra
when the tattoo artist shaved my arm for my latest inking i wasn’t quite prepared for the truth it exposed some things are buried deep down so deep they become dream so deep they are forgotten mementos of another life but in the glaring light of the day i saw them staring up at me […]
map of nowhere
i bedazzle my clothing with panic buttons in case of inadvertently crossing paths with other people as i stomp my way through the mythological lands of mirth filled indignation a dogeared copy of the art of war clutched tightly in trembling hands as the cold of summer’s shadow breathes onto exposed skin sending lines of […]
chaoswing
the crow peered down over the battlefield with milk white eyes unseeing of the carnage below circling the stormy skies as rivers of crimson run in spurts and sprays from mangled forms it’s lone caw echoes as the screams of agony become one static burst in the chaos of war
five
the world is blanketed in white mist as rain teases from above there are too many souls roaming endlessly in pursuit of that which is freely given yet hidden behind facades and here i sit wishing for five more minutes with you
some days the sea gulls fly while never seeing the sea
there are days i feel more like one of those sea gulls you see in a strip mall parking lot in a landlocked town far from the sea there are days i sit in the car as they fly overhead and shit on my windshield while wondering why the pea brained little bastards are so […]
heavy handed
my life feels like the lyrics to a tom waits album left in the garbage bin because it was too hard to relate to just the memory of his rasping voice calling out to the gutters where the drippings of famine and family once supped a punk rock version of cardstock with safety pinned pinings […]
whispers in the darkness of the soul that whimpers in pain
the dishwasher sounds like the ocean the sunlight is bitterly cold the mist is filled with the souls of the dead as i stagger down the open road the clouds are made of razors cutting swaths across the gray the earth is filled with the bones of the one’s that got away i am alone […]
What I am thankful for as a writer
What a year. Seriously. I am blown away. And still have 2 more coming in December. For those of you that might not know, this blog has been going for just over 2 years. It took a while for me to find my voice and grow as a writer. But beginning in March of this […]
childhood holidaze
dad is drunk on the couch while the turkey slowly burns the big plans become forgotten at the bottom of the twelfth can i am stoned in my bedroom with the music way too loud trying to drown out the sounds of fighting in the living room it is another wasted thanksgiving a stroll down […]
should be
the street should be beautiful lined with trees the color of embers as the fall season settles in fits across the land it should be as the sun peeks through heavy gray clouds to give the briefest sign that it isn’t all bitter winds and even more bitter memories of holidaze to come if you […]
fifteen years ago
fifteen years ago i held you for the first time after months of singing the alphabet telling you i love you promising to always be there that moment of clutching you close to my chest changed me to my very core i had floated along aimlessly for so long no place that seemed to fit […]
(un)poetic paperback is live!
The paperback is live! (un)poetic paperback! In celebration of this momentous occasion, I have decided to drive myself insane and begin my next epic poem, not that I’m calling it epic but that is the definition for a book length poem. Just to clarify. If you read Persephone in Notches, you know what I am […]
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there is a blockage in my creativity a tumor of depression compressed into a stopper between the words and the screen. lost in the loss of the vision of you that sends thoughts spinning with no release into the inky black of another lonesome longing
yearning for home
the time change has made it so every morning starts off with no glimmer of hope the zones pull farther apart leaving each daybreak filled with a sense of need unrequited abolish this insanity so that the day can return to a feeling of home so this void can be filled with the smile that […]
guacamuerte
havocados crushed into guacamuerte happens all the thyme split the skin carve through the flesh to find the solid pit of despair within fill the mocaljete smash it down against the rough stone until all that remains is paste blame the onion on the tears the burning rage on the jalapeno and this sense of […]
skewed
the world seems skewed on it’s axis tilted at an angle just wrong of the normal leaving everything off from where it should be burning up from this fire blazing just beneath the skin this desire reducing my brain to ash a viral infection defying detection a subtle defection from how it should be leaving […]
sunday dinner
chopping onion smashing cloves of garlic for dicing water as salty as the sea meatballs float in the sauce the noodles bob in the bubbling pot a quarter cup of the starchy salty water to help thicken the sauce before being mixed thick slices of buttery garlic spread bread toast gently in the oven the […]
tonguebile
words slash from tongues like blades flaying the skin from innocent fools traipsing along the road to ruin peeled with angry intent like the flesh of rotting fruit in a dish on the table of incontinence the hoarse cries of those who lost their voices wailing for salvation on the precipice of sundered hope begone […]
dragging corpses across the shattered glass of dream
ashen lips bloody handprints broken nails from trying to claw into the light salt encrusted memories of your spore in the afternoon sun trailing softly so many would be poets follow after the song of the words unknowing if it is fame or love they seek with outstretched hands likely it will be neither just […]
statistically average
had i been born ten years later there is a better than average chance i would have never been born at all just relegated to an another anonymous abortion but as luck would have it that wasn’t truly an option then for two stupid teens that let hormones dictate the next eighteen years of miserable […]
feathery regret
from the soft unmarked flesh erupts the blackened wings of one too many trips near the sun of one too many accidental affections of one too many sanguine sunsets spent surrounded by surreptitious soundings singing sweet surrender into the sultry abyss of her warm embrace an angel tarnished by hellish desire a demon cleansed by […]
3124
it was an arrangement of arraignments arranged in random order sighted in the eye of a ridiculous reticule of ridicule and remorse it was absolutely normal in an errantly abnormal sense laid out according to litigious lies lying as laying laying while lying it possibly made sense as dollars make cents in abstractly abhorrent change
a crimson slash
she stood nude in the pale moonlight the snow crunching under her feet she appeared covered in liquid onyx her eyes reflecting the many stars above her posture tense her nipples erect as the slowly congealing blood pooled in the virgin snow around her she smiled a fierce little grin a crimson slash that promised […]
clumsy self promotion
hello there dear readers another week draws to a close and we grow closer and closer to the release of (un)poetic, my first poetry collection. it’s a nerve wracking thing, knowing something you poured your heart into is going to be unleashed into the wild to live it’s own life. yet, here i sit on […]
ramshackle blues
another day living the ramshackle blues nothing but the dust of the road miles traveled equalling less than the total sum of miles on the soul. the trees along the highway blur into one bark covered blur as another semi shifts in the wind crossing county lines the ramshackle blues blare with a puff of […]
a moment
for just one moment everything in the universe just simultaneously decided to stop it all hung suspended in a stupor as the laws of fundamental physics ceased in that moment all that filled my head was you then in a rush the symptoms of the universe came rushing back into focus yet i didn’t pay […]
hall of mirrors
the constant pounding the ringing the chorus of demons singing screaming dreaming this illusionary sense of peace of pieces of shattered mirror inserted just inside my cornea to reflect the misdeeds of missing deeds to lands of milk and honeyed lies her thighs her eyes the flies so thick on the unconcealed blood spread across […]
sensefizzle
the land is at odds with the weather it is overcast drizzly yet warm with a colorful drift of leaves blowing lethargically across the pitted concrete from the glass view of my rolling sarcophagus i expect the cold winds of childhood to shred through my shirt yet the warmth feels foreign i cannot make amends […]
just a seed
just a seed planted in the shady side of oblivion left to take root in the sand rich soil of bitter memory a stunted monstrosity gnarled under the selfish need for more in a land ripe with opportunities yet always placed just beneath notice (un)requited forgotten yet unbroken by callous cosmos insipid in design yet […]
boomboxes and dictionaries
listening to gaslight anthem while the media gaslights the nation doomsday prepping in an effort to avoid apocalyptic warning signs of tuesday being a second monday it’s like driving down the road as my father explains the impending divorce a discourse unnecessary in the grand scheme of granular streams in angular screams that maybe possibly […]
kite
tie a string around my heart take me to the park run let the wind take it high into the sky a bloody kite for your pleasure my paper thin skin catching the breeze cracked ribs make a perfect frame for you to set me free at long last
nothing to say
a room full of bored faces stare expectantly at the lone fool sitting under the glaring spotlight he opens and shuts his mouth repeatedly as the words evaporate before hitting tongue this was a mistake a foolish miscalculation yet here he sits expounding upon nothing ladies and gentlemen allow us to present an idiot with […]
16
the needle pierces the skin as ink floods deep into the soft tissue over and over again the gentle hum of the motor an illusion of solidity constant stinging as the stencil is traced to become part of the road map a destination on the path to one’s self yet this sixteenth marker finally shows […]
beauty in nature
she threaded her way in between the nervous system of impulse and adoration wriggled her way deep into the marrow to imprint tiny breaths upon every red blood cell speeding through a vascular system punctuated with her every whim snaked deep inside the soft tissue so each movement bore her wonder inked her name upon […]
who are you
this skin feels like it belongs to another itchy off putting a costume rendition of another being carefully placed over an all consuming ball of doubt this face stares back through shattered glass to reflect a thousand broken images ranging through a rainbow of insipid lies in the guise of emotional incongruence i speak his […]
dear diary
dear diary i can hear her laughter, when I close my eyes it is as if she is still here, her feet on my lap as we absently tap on our phones, just the contact necessary to be united it’s so empty, both in here and in my chest, as if she pulled out the […]
steel wool bedding
it’s the little things the incidental contact the secret looks the smell of her hair on the pillow a million microscopic instances of her that make the gaping void where she once sat feel fathomless in scope the world carries a her shaped hole that all the light seems to pour into leaving nothing but […]
yet, here we are
i never imagined things would work out this way in every dream plea prayer manic state or depressive crater i stopped following the road signs years ago after my last near fatal wreck in a string of near fatal wrecks driven by trying to do what was right even if that sent me careening over […]
(un)titled need
i have never been so jealous as when i watched the sunlight play across your gorgeous skin the wind blow through your hair as the scent of you wafted lazily to infuse my entire being with your very essence i knew without a doubt i was yours alone
coming December 3rd from Potter’s Grove Press
What a few weeks for the Fool. The pre-order for my poetry collection, (un)poetic by m ennenbach, has gone live. Coming December 3rd from Potter’s Grove Press, this is the first of a proposed three book poetry series in the (un) series. (un)poetic by m ennenbach for kindle I finished a short story that really […]
reciprocity
reciprocity of devilish intent the paint cracks in the antique frame the cherubic smile falling flakes of lead based skin to drift across the room the smile turns to frown the joy seeps into sorrowful tears where once love did flourish only seething hatred boils beneath the surface hidden in deft strokes underneath the angels […]
dreaming of an end
the light ravishes the dark the quiet simpers in the busom of screaming dread bipolar opposites seeking the warmth of frigid lies searching the empty cages of freedom for insight skirting the edge of the poverty line living hand to mouth check to check dreaming of an end to this existential nightmare
seeking definition (spiraling)
he sits alone in flickering candlelight carving every name he has known into the soft pink flesh with a cheap pocket knife across his ribs his chest his arms his legs red angry letters spelled out poet father failure dreamer lover loser liar every drop of blood every tear shed added to the anguish yet […]
with pomegranate stained lips, we sit in silence
her lips tasted of pomegranate lush with dripping juice yet slightly bitter like the falling autumn breeze blowing along the nape of my neck i pictured her as a girl with dirty feet scuffed up knees playing on the rocks as the pomegranates hung fat on the branches above now her lips are stained deep […]
thus, the world falls gray
her memory washes over every tiny facet of this agonizing existence like an angry poltergeist knocking over the mementos of pallid gravesense the sun shines cold light on the vaporbreath of water filled lungs in the early morning pantomime of going through the motions of emotional ressonance can you see through the crooked veil can […]
carapace of fate
she wafts an aroma of reticent remorse in a cloud like buzzing gnats circling around greasy hair the dark circles beneath her rheumy eyes like the shadows of monolithic disinterest yet something about her lack of care self or for the world around her is alluring in a tepid way she skirts around the truth […]
330am
it’s cold in this land of codependence home of the pharma deadened media controlled rancid melting pot of a fatal traffic accident on public dismay the roads covered in black ice hazardous to unseeing eyes unfocused by the steady drip of narco supplements in the water supply the dotted white line becomes a deafening blur […]
(un)social media
they are so caught up in being righteous they act as dictators telling us what to like to feel who to befriend it is a mob mentality no longer sated with moving on or ignoring that which we disagree with public shaming personal attacks not seeing the line between them and that they hold so […]
(un)poetic, a poetry collection by m ennenbach preorder live now
hello dear readers an exciting time is upon us. not only is my first collection of poetry real, but the preorder is live now on Amazon! River has done an amazing job editing and formatting the inaugural release from his Potter’s Grove Press. add to it with a phenomenal cover by the always brilliant Don […]
an ode to seeking something close to fitting in
i wish to curl up bend my limbs into a fibonacci sequence find nature in the unnatural recombinant strands of innocent abuse a simple pavlovian response to the indecent orchestral arraignments drifting on the theorems of the bell curve the bell jar the latent depression of existence crack my painful joints into whatever patent pending […]
passionate dissent
blood seeped from the open wound where once a sparkling amber orb had lain sweat from pain and exertion flowed down the lined forehead to sting the remaining eye with a salty lick it isn’t as if he asked for this life of constant misery the struggle the fight the rampant need for violent discharge […]
(life)less need
the rind falls off of the fruit exposing the rotten soft flesh of putrefaction a sickly sweet smell of sugar mixed with decay rancid like the sickness that affects every living thing in microscopic bursts of entropic intoxication kiss me like we are not slowly falling apart ravish me as every cell breaks down ligaments […]
transcendental tragedy
it was a transcendental tragedy told in three parts in the end all that remained was the stain of what could never be scattered light across the pieces of shattered soulstuff littered along the dimly lit lane of heart ache magnified
hunger(for flesh)
she swooned her voluptuous breasts heaving in desire at his exposed manhood her nether bits pouring like a broken faucet in desire she grasped the thick member with shaking hand her free hand wiped at her salivating mouth in anticipation then with one quick slash of the wickedly sharp blade it was freed she smiled […]
dream starved
bipolar resonance in a dusty sphere of shadow cobwebbed distress filters the vibrancy of light into the darkness of depressive detour there was a boy who never spoke for fear of being seen hidden in the remnants of wonder clouded with the pungent scent of fear there was a girl trapped in the aether between […]
almanac of bitter truth
hoarse screams rise from the dry well of solemn truth ignored on the heavy wind of tumultuous denials mossy stones laden with erstwhile memories she carries a pack of gum in her front pocket a knife in her purse walking unsteadily on high heels after one too many one too manys the night hides the […]
Tales From the Book Dragon review of Notches
https://talesfromthebookdragon.wordpress.com/2019/11/08/freakish-friday-17/ An incredible review of my collection, Notches. The last three stories are not to everyone’s taste and I willingly accept the critique of them. But the rest of the review is truly exquisite. Hope you enjoy and maybe decide to grab a copy for yourself. Notches: A Collection https://www.amazon.com/dp/1950259102/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_-3IXDbXNQVEP2 Hugs and sloppy wet kisses […]
(un)titled desert
i dreamt a dream of swirling sands of thirst of crawling across the arid land in dire need of something undefinable primal necessary yet incomprehensible she shimmered like an oasis a cool drink of water in the middle of desolation where cracked bloody lips spilled lines of poetry lost in the vast dunes of forever […]
the perils of self sharpening compared to sharpener in reference to eyeliner
wrong turns misdirections the wind turned bitter the skies threaten storm a quest for something discontinued yet none of it matters at all the company the joy of one another enough to keep it going
wayward words
lie down let the gentle autumn rain wash the feel of sorrow from weary muscles knotted in anxious necessity let the cool mist act as a balm against the constant grating of reality like an obsidian blade thrust into the heartwomb of tomorrow’s many insults behind the gray wool clouds of rendered dreammucus lies the […]
devout
he stripped the meaning from the words then plastered them across the room in hopes someone saw something in the hollow outlines all that was left was the prose of a damned soul stripped of purpose muscles cramped eyes clamped shut as shuddering waves of anguish sped from feverish forehead to curled toe leaving no […]
maize
lost in a maze of maize the stalks grown in irregular patterns mutated into monstrosities with stinging leaves that cut the supple flesh of childhood aspirations in dead end paths wisps of silk on the humid air as frantic breathing fills the rows
united
the heavy scent of lust plays like motes of dust in the humid air of a rainy morning spent tangled nude in bed his hands hunger for the smooth feel of warm flesh as her gentle breathing resonates with his heartbeat outside the world continues to spin with the fierce locomotion of angry need while […]
the dusty room where hope lay beaten, a soliloquy of one
a tarnished silver tray in the flickering candlelight of a darkened room fruit long into rot moulders under the constant buzz of flies crawling with fat maggots the wallpaper hangs in tattered strips from warped wooden boards heavy cobwebs with fattened black spiders wrapping feasts of quivering forms she sits alone mascara running in thick […]
poetry
does she realize she is poetry that her gestures her words her beauty so simple yet stunning she is the definition of the words i struggle to find so effortlessly painted upon her perfect flesh.
alive
you don’t know what you need until it finally arrives like a dagger poised to strike it isn’t until the plunge that it is truly alive the things given up can be the most fulfilling when they arrive from out of nowhere to fill all the gaps leaving a sense of contentment where only ache […]
chasing(the wrong)dream
he said he was worried he would be the guy that just photographs the sunset at the beach he wanted to be known for more i understood but as we walked hand and hand and she told me his fear it dawned on me that a lifetime of sunsets over the ocean beats the shit […]
her’s
her clean taste drips onto my tongue no matter how much i taste i cannot get enough as her moans fill the room i need more and more of her divinity to infuse my being she begs me to stop at the edge of insanity that just makes me want to drive my tongue deeper […]
Halloween Extravaganza: INTERVIEW: M. Ennenbach and a Halloween tale
interview with Meghan a Halloween story My wonderful friend Meghan wears a lot of hats. She is an editor, reviewer, cat mom, and all around awesome person. She does a big Halloween event every year where she talks to authors and collects their Halloween memories and tales. It’s been a blast so far and today […]
commonality
the difference between callus and callous is if it is your hand or heart the difference between affect and effect is merely intent versus act i knew each callus on her dainty hand as i held it better than i knew my own with the callous disinterest i held myself in she knew the effect […]
walmart 5am
five in the morning roaming the aisles of the store she looks on in wide eyed wonder at the excess the everything all gathered in one concrete tomb to consumerism does she know i watch her every move her every expression with nothing but adoration for the simple beauty of her being her in a […]
deprivation vol I
there is a fine line between bone tired and finished walking along that fracture does things to the simple mind that years of boarding at a black ops site could never hope to replicate a gallon of water may mimic the effect of drowning but the third day with no sleep is a sliver of […]
(un)titled halloween
the mist gathers at the feet of the tombstones a swirling fog obscuring the brown grass the weatherfaded plastic flowers left in half-hearted memoriam the moon casts a baleful glare down upon the cemetery cold uncaring as the scene of loss becomes a cloud of distant malaise a single howl shakes the too silent land […]
(un)titled home
the taste of her on my lips the feel of her against my side as she mumbles sleepily how long has the bed been empty devoid of dream lost with no anchor to keep me in place against the turbulent tides her gentle breathing in a room so silent for far too long waiting for […]
(i)ntense
this sudden flash of intense intentionality sends quivers down an already jelly like spine introvert introvert hiding in the dark introvert introvert tinder waits for spark the need to ravish lavish speak a language of erotic nonsense hiding biding waiting for time to end another surge intentional intensity sending spasms down an already vapid dream
gra(e)y
it is all gray grey dimmed demure distressed the entire world blanketed by clouds in a state of never ending storms unpossible to tell if it is the artificial lighting or the sun desperate to show it’s face it is all gray grey shuttered solemn stupefied it isn’t the end of the world just the […]
thunder
i speak in spiral staircases in the quiet spots of my mind rounding each level to end up exactly where i began i can no longer tell if the thunder is in my head or shaking the windows as it rolls constantly in and without when i shut my eyes every sound sends flashes of […]
Mike's Manic Word Depot 