Crazy Is

a woman scorned heartbroken and shattered

Neglected by a prison of her own making

Deeply feeling the cut of every broken promise lied so stylishly through paper doll lips

Crazy Is

thinking higher of the brilliant mind’s potential barely reflected in the truth of the day

Seduced into believing her presences can blast down the wall made thick by nature’s blows

Crazy Is

the reaction of cold heart nostalgia in brushing off all past lovers as unsteady and overbearing

Denial of whose hand grips the sword of silence

Falsely offering friendship as bread crumbs for severance to untrue love

Crazy Is

holding on to fleeting connection as if it were a human right to bear witness to another soul standing bare chested, exposed and short of breath

Dissolving all trace of you, me and us for gut wrenching survival to get out of the maze

Crazy Is

Pretending at grown up while playing teenage fling shocking the system to contemplate forever

Ripping through the silky web of polite interaction in front of sheer rage and hate

all those thing we are meant to keep tucked away in composure

Sweeping clean depressed longing and shame raised by a family of wolves dressed as sheep

Quick to avoid the view of the other in order to appear

Not so





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dark spot


trapped secret

trauma of an unknown origin

locked in a basement

Sticking shame further into the pipe

dependent comfort clings distant confidants on a safe space away

Fire lit

casting demon breath judging from a room with a view



Dragging hopes and dreams on the back of another

Repulsion on each end disappointed

blindness seen by the crowd

No shock to anyone shouting warnings delivered in tatters

Witches heart drawn out from bitter lines attached to predictable nature made manifest by experience of eons

superficial glue that patches together mosaics of a mighty force drunk on life illusion

Murky hell

Sad at green eyes indifferent to existence of life beyond itself

Banished and barred from feeling deeper than clinks of the glass

hence crazy living at the bottom

Worry piercing chords on the throat stopping ugly truth

the sizzling lesson caught in the gray of hidden angels lost by slumber

Higher wise scatters tangents purging discouragement lay hidden in the closet

finding the trap door to wonderland of lust possible

full speed false ambition

glory suit surrendered

branching off one choice from the disease beyond all practice to avoid sun of another day


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