The madness speaks to us everyday
It's the voice we call the other
Why ignore
Is it the rage
The insanity in you that runs through your veins
No
Its the known of your unknown
The curtain of deceit hangs
With the veil of Hell, she gains
Cloaked in disguise he tries
To all but pass through time
Frozen with ill will,
The other’s anger threatens to spill
Trapped...
Why am I here?
I seem to tune out the world more and more…
Why aren’t you near?
I seem to push you away,
Even when it hurts me to the core…
Why can’t I live?
The pressures of...
What’s on my mind?
What are my thoughts?
What is real?
What is not?
I’m not sure because I forgot.
What time is it?
What’s the time that it was?
Questions.
Questions.
In...
There's no use
for such a thing
A string no thread
A bird with no song to sing
You've no wisdom to know
the vastness of knowledge
how to tall the papyrus reed will grow
You've no understanding...
It's always the scariest thing they can think of
Usually hidden, rarely they are right out in the open
Society harbors fear of them
Their variety and differences are almost mindboggling
Some...
Strewn across a path so wide
Lay fragments that aren't easily hidden
A puzzle so complex and impromptu
That we never are fully able to see it
To each their own because we all possess it
Is this...
Jimmieria Chillis, Poetry Writer
• February 16, 2016
Sometimes I need you
Although old and weathered with age
Your beginning and latter strength has no end.
You’re experiencing better days
I’m reminded of you as I gaze—
At the twilight
Whose...
Black
like an endless
abyss.
Round
and around you
go.
Inch
deep or inches
deep?
Weave
or swirl out,
about.
Branch
you sit on,
still.
Deep
space you conform
in.
Out
and about, you
are.
One
day...
I seek love only to find love’s illusion
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, I was lured to my own sacrifice
Scared of what was to come
But not seeing what was done
What is left of me
The shell of...
They say you should say what you mean and mean what you say.
You can do both, but they won't hear you either way.
They silenced the noise, but all we did was whisper.
Hot off the press, it'd never be...
The snow melts on the ground as the cold air seeps under my window
Traces of mist blotch my face as
I listen to night sing its song
A beautiful harmony of emotions that only the purest of minds...