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Thursday, October 22, 2009


In my reflection
A familiar stranger
A flogging stick
To my ache

In my eyes
An apology
A window pane
To the dark slide

In the silence
Of my empty room
Foul words ricochet
On my shattered glass

And I’m left with
My captor
Who will never fade

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


Due to my shortage of new poetry, here is a poem I wrote several years ago:

Am I to blame
Letting you enter
the secret room inside me
like a ghost watching you capture
the screaming voice who owns me
slowling taking you over
oblivious of my obsession
blindly allowing my captureof the tender heart inside you
like a prey unaware
I held the keyto all this turmoil
that could have been the end
I must be to blame