The Walking Dead (Poem)

spark-drained eyes staring up at the present,
a fading figure in a stream of countless shades
she's yielded to the world's notion
of a life set in clockwork motion,
by conformity held sway,
joining ranks with the walking dead.
(reality will never let her pull away)

Among The Whales (Poem)

she's dreaming among the whales,
drifting, slipping, sinking
down, down, down
into the endless fluid of eternity.

Lifesaver (Poem)

we're all leaning over the edge,
pretending these life buoys never existed
society taught us we should
never ever need them.

(we clutch the strained 'I'm fine's,
protesting normal till the brink of insanity)
our lives are perfect (-ly the opposite of dreams),
but to admit otherwise is suicide.

(i'm drowning)

On Hold (Poem)

when endless ringing is his only answer,
static has never sounded lonelier.
fingers controlled by need, trembling yet automatic,
a fixed pattern created of the same eight digits

all along, she's been dialling the right wrong number,
waiting for the line between lies and reality to blur.
because love doesn't know how or when to stop.
and so she goes on trying over and over;
praying hard for a heart that won't shatter.

Graveyard (Poem)

my mind is your words' graveyard,
the scattered tombstones burying
these skeletons of false hope and
painfully impossible longing.

(inspired by another one of Iain Thomas' quotes)