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)

Ecstasy (Poem)

popping pills like packaged miracles
stop the screams from getting hysterical
mouth open wide; inhale another
watch, as the pretty colours twist and twirl

swallowing illusions
trapped in one's mind
believing the oldest lies
makes it easier to deny

because ecstasy's temporary,
emptiness; an eternity.

Lingering (Poem)

Faded love is an empty room
where a familiar thing no longer resides,
the feeling something's missing,
that empty space once occupied.

Memories bounce off bare walls
reflecting barely an echo
as images sputter like a dying light bulb
(but sadness had blacked out long ago)

And still she lingers,
with fingers clasped tightly
and one foot out the door,
as if her eyes can bring back
what her heart no longer feels

once more.