spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
sitting in a grungy diner having a bit of gossip with a friend the bells on the door jingle a dark stranger walks through the door wearing all black and a trimmed goatee and carefully styled hair he looks right at me I barely… Continue Reading “Time To Remember”
We were laying on the bed facing one another. Our breathing slowing as we had just made love and it was intense and deep. We were looking into each other’s eyes and I reached over and gently stroked down the side of your face… Continue Reading “2:06am (Insomnia)”
It would be a mercy killing, right? I hesitate. The boy can’t be more than five. But his eyes are dead and he shows no emotion. He has been drowned and resurrected so many times I wonder how he still lives. He harbors no… Continue Reading “3:27am (Insomnia)”
we held each other close dancing slowly my arms wrapped around your neck yours at my waist I stared into your eyes I felt as if I was falling or being pulled it felt weightless effortless how it felt just right to be in… Continue Reading “4:18am (Insomnia)”
She’s lying upon her bed She wakes, trembling violently Her jaw is wired shut Her eyelids rapidly flutter There’s a pressure on her chest Breaths in spurts and shudders There is something inside her She wants to vomit It moves to leave It wants… Continue Reading “8:42am (Insomnia)”
Scratch Scratch Scratch Click Drag Scissor claws descending Twilight disappearing Eyes lifted high Still sageing Blankets wrapped tight Scrape Pull Who’s there? Whir Click Whirrrr Heavy weight Then suddenly light Lifting higher, higher Looking down Laying there Crying pitiful sobbing Whimpering Whispering Wondering Wishing… Continue Reading “28 Hours (Insomnia)”
Follow me down. Down the dark tunnel leading to the hidden parts of my soul. The stone stairs are clean from debris, but slightly worn from the constant use. I’m not used to bringing someone with me, no, but as of late I’ve been… Continue Reading “Hidden Dark Soul”
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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Poetry by Charles Joseph
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
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