Here is the niche of my den where my own poetry can be found, you are free to share your views on it. Know though, that a poem is a reflection of emotion and its importance can only truly be known to the poet.

The sun mocks my sorrow
Shining, smiling in the sky
Penetrating me with its brightness.
Its cosmic rays attempt to
Illuminate the emptiness within me.
Instead, it is reflected by the
Darkness-
giving the illusion of light.

As I stare into your eyes
And plunge into their icy depths
My soul struggles for a breath of reason
But I am overcome by the weight of my emotions.
I plummet...
Unable to slow my descent
Falling faster every instant
I strain to grasp something,
Anything...
But find that it is too late.
I will never reach the surface
Countless fathoms above.
I have lost myself...
Within a boundless sea
Which bares your name.

Beware.
Things that seem so, often are not...

A certain threat can hide no malice.
Venom kills easier when concealed.
Exposed fears can not be secret.
Unlocked chests, no treasures yield.
Insurmountable defenses often fall.
Daggers from behind, need not penetrate a shield.

I know you very well,
To the most hidden part.
Fear not for your coin purse;
I am after your heart.

If I seem so, I am not...
Beware.

I wait...
As the creature inside grows
Beginning as a reflection
Of me
But evolving
Becoming my pursuer
And still I wait...
As the piercing eyes
Turn upon me
Glowing greenly
The only light able to
Penetrate this chasm
Of Darkness within me
And Still I wait...
As the beast perceives me
And the game begins.
I run, hoping to elude
This ravenous monster.
But the hunter laughingly,
Mockingly gives chase
Until I stumble... Then fall
And the predator within me
Circles its helpless quarry
Stalking my very being
Threatening to consume
Every shread of me.
And now I wait...
For the soundless pounce
Preceding the agony
Of countless fangs
Tearing into me-
Ripping my soul-
Gnawing my will-
From the inside out.
Love is a Canibal.

I fear I'll burst
Sometimes...
Downside up my stomach turning.
Frustration boiling beneath my skin,
Choking me like bile, rising in my throat.
Screaming,
the anguish burning my lungs.
Such torturous freedom, that release.

I wish I was a snake
Sometimes...
Shedding my skin and being reborn.
My body pressing against the ground,
Sharing myself with the earth.
Radiating,
emotions passing through my flesh, like heat.
Such exquisite freedom, that beast.

I wish that I would die
Sometimes...
No more tearing eyes or hurting soul.
My heart no longer pounding in my ears.
Pain dissolving as my body decays.
Falling,
the void surrounding me completely.
Such final freedom, that nothingness.

Breathe deep the impending gloom,
dark clouds of fate encircle you.
Without malice, without cause,
the darkness calls:
an invitation to dance.
Held in silent rapture
by the night's cool embrace,
the longing of redemption
makes lost souls ache.
Starlight on water
like tiny, sounding bells,
the misery of loss...
the music of agony.

I know it is a dream
Floating�
On a shroud of mist.
I hear him call to me.
the Sadness in his voice
Wrenching my soul.
He summons me.
I cannot possibly resist.
His Sorrow is so seductive.
Searching.
It is an endless chore;
I cannot find him.
His pleas grow,
in Insistence and Frequency
Pushing me to the brink of sanity.
It is maddening.
I can never reach him.
The silky threads of his voice
Wrap round my mind;
a curtain clouding my thoughts.
His words echo in my head,
I cannot understand the meaning,
only the plea.
It is maddening.
He is so near.
As he speaks
His breath caresses my neck.
I know it cannot be a dream.

In the instant between this moment and the next
There hides an eternity, waiting to be unfurled.
Within the eye blink between this heartbeat and
The next there sleeps an epoch, tightly curled.

The fleeting moment between my breathes stretches
Toward you, straining to touch you, as I long to.
In all those seconds until I can hold you again
My heart will suffer for ages, longing for you.

Lead me, sweet memory,
To the place between the instants.
The spaces within the days
that pass like seconds.
Hold for me, that moment
when my heart first reached
for another soul.  The drawn out
moment when I knew that
I was not alone.  My path
and his intricately intertwined,
sharing understanding beyond words.
Hold that moment, like a breath
behind pursed lips, against
the tide of lonliness that
makes long seconds seem days.

All of the poems on this page are my own original works.