I Fly Alone.

There’s such anarchy within,
There’s a war just waiting to begin,
Blindfold on, I forge ahead,
I wont retreat, I’ll fight instead.

Breath caught in my chest,
Trying to carry on like I know best,
I pray everyday for the arrival of change,
Being in my skin, now too feels strange.

I remember those long bed time stories,
Of witches, warlocks and pretty fairies,
What lies and false pictures we are fed,
The cause of the miserable lives we’ve led.

More like me, I’m sure there must be,
Hiding somewhere, or displaying their misery,
The bliss of ignorance now a lost pleasure,
Of the emptiness inside, there can be no measure.

Lives spent waiting for a knight,
Unaware, we’re in the Devils’s line of sight,
Falling in love with enemy head on,
Hearts broken, bruised and beyond.

Does everyone break the way I do?
Does pain spare even a few?
I see broken hearts in every corner,
Each one of us, our own mourner.

Twinkling eyes, now look dulled,
Emotions lie killed, senses lulled,
An elite club we make, don’t we?
Of ghosts, ghouls and zombies.

My brethren is the undead,
My companion dark dread,
But I still soldier on regardless,
The will to go on, relentless.

I promise myself one simple thing,
I’ll never take another in my wing,
Call it what you will, this heart is made of stone,
From this his time on,  I fly alone.

Prettier In Candlelight.

Many a night I have spent,

Cozy in my material blanket,

Texts buzzing and chats popping,

I’ve been surrounded by the racket.


Then tonight brought along the darkness,

Outraged, i fumed at the outage,

The government sure got an earful,

I called them scum and all kinds of garbage.


Gathering my ammo of matches and candles,

Muttering every expletives under my breath,

I got this dingy show on the road,

Candles everywhere, a date with myself.


My companions for tonight,

The eerie silence and the random light,

Told me all kinds of secret tales,

Of courage, bravery and unseen might.


Hush, said the silence,

Hear what I have to say,

A long way you have come,

Live a little, a little every day,


The candlelight put on a show,

Of dancing shadows on the walls,

It showed me the story,

Of broken souls standing tall.


I was stunned at the fire,

That the silence and shadows brought along,

Heightened senses, and a sharper gut,

Finally brought everything where it belongs.


Even the fish looked more alive,

Mirroring the way I felt,

Calm and serene they swam,

In their bowl, watching the candles melt,


My gift for this night I received,

Faith brought an end to this fight,

I’m glad that I learned something today,

That everything’s just prettier in candlelight.