Poem: Feigning Peace

I try to be still
Becoming water
Like glass smooth
Unperturbed surface
Hiding the tremoring
In the depths hidden

Poem: Waiting in the Gilded Cage

Lena was raised on violin lessons
and minimal parental supervision
like a wild animal pacing in a cage
she grew licking her lips in hunger
at the world outside her gilded prison

Poem: Social is Kill

It’s easy to draw blood
Far harder to kill
Breeding the killer instinct
That becomes automatic
As breathing is different
Taking refinement and practice

Poem: If Anger Was

If anger was a person
It would be me
Ranting and raving
Like a lunatic imprisoned
Spitting at the walls
As if it’d make a difference
Anything to feel less than impotent