Sorrow Opens a Window
Hope left without leaving a note, just the ghosts of words it never spoke but only kept in silent truths tucked neatly away in the shadowy deep corners of a private pain and the quiet of its unheard tears that scream out now like the wind, begging to be let back in 10/6/2015 ©Debbie…
New Poem ~ August 17th 2015
Darkness and Dirty Diners and the Midnight Host Serving Up Death as the Poetry Weeps Into Its Day Old Coffee, Cold as a Corpse These dense and hollow bones and bland flesh that you’ve gifted me are as empty as the silence within words without teeth, and limp as the thin blue veins sucked…
The Haunted Poem
I don’t remember the exact moment I died or why my thoughts still wander beyond the grave or why my ghost cannot rest still desperately clawing postcards, letters and lonely verse into the dirt of my worm infested heart that feasts on the love and longings never read, never sent but only lost…
The Shadow Keeper
I am the keeper of shadows and their secrets that speak sharply and softly like the bitter sweet poetry flowing in the accumulation of tears Existing alongside their ghosts that leave me haunted by their words gathered and scattered like wounded thoughts, like scars star shaped and wished upon under the moonlight of these ravished…
