Closed

They like to say, eyes are windows to the soul.
You say you see me, but your eyes are always closed.
You open your arms, with a closed heart.
I'm a used machine, with broken parts.

My Words

Would you seek me out, if I never prepared this verse.
I'm another face in the crowd, so I wear this hurt.
There’s no rise no fall, I ain't there to be heard.
So I expose my all & share through my words.

A Poet

A Poet's life shared through chosen words.
To open eyes, of those who don't know their world.
To share my hope, my goals, my dreams.
To expose my all, to those who read.

A Poet...my POETRY is me

Make up

A bleeding heart, pumping all the wrong way
Leaving marks, on a heart which can't coordinate
Beats of blood, which leak my love,
as deceit becomes, your bodies complete make up.

Fire Burning

A wild fire burning, burning deep within my soul.

A yearning, a furnace burning keeping me warm in the cold.

The chill of the single, the frost of those on their own.

A heat which tingles, frozen veins on brittle bones.