Beneath the moon's silver gaze so bright,

Whispers dance in the cloak of night,

In shadows deep where secrets sleep,

The doubts of man his heart do sweep.

Unseen eyes from the darkness peer,

Through the veil of truth and fear,

A furtive glance, a cautious tread,

Silent words that go unsaid.

Each step a journey through the haze,

A labyrinth of mind’s dark maze,

Where trust is thin as morning mist...

Another blinker off the pen

And my head is floating in the clouds.

I was feeling weightless when

I heard the strangest sound.

I thought it was the wind

Just blowing my senses in.

But a shadow crept

Closer now to where I slept.

I called out into the night,

Who lurks there in the dark?

Surely, I’m not losing my mind.

My senses are still somewhat sharp.

Alas, my mother would disagree.

She says I’m...

Eyes that dart around

Laser beam your face

Before landing on the ground

Change your tone of voice

No longer have much to say

Hold on my love,

It’ll all come out in the wash someday...

suspicion comes

suspicion goes

suspicion confirms

what everyone knows

suspicion reflects

suspicion suspends

suspicion won’t break

suspicion just bends

suspicion controls

suspicion withdraws

suspicion reverbs

what the mockingbird calls

suspicion lays down

at the foot of your bed

suspicion will twist

all the words that weren’t said

suspicion compares

suspicion denies

suspicion continues

when ev...

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Side eyes and glances

So many chances

Should we run

Or stay for the fun

Discussions and meetings

Unspoken feelings

Who is the one

And why is there suddenly none

I pray to the lord I live another day

I’m scared if I lie down I might see my last sun ray

Arguing and taking

Someone is faking

A shot is fired

Everyone is tired

Is it really worth it in the end

Whenever everyone is gone, past on the ...

I wonder if they will figure out,

The one piece to the puzzle,

That one folded page in the book,

Or the frame that is slightly out of place.

Or maybe their clueless,

Staring at it too deeply,

As Annabell Rose is long gone.

Their cluelessness amuses me,

I’m an open book ready to be read,

But they don’t read me.

They read everyone else,

As someone like me could never have done it....

I don’t always know if I’m right

But a stuttering person

Who stutters day and night

My just be a stutterer

Or maybe a liar

I don’t always get fashion

That’s for sure but black

Clothing at night

Offers a glance at robbery

Later on

I try. It to judge but who knows

Maybe I’m living among a cereal

Killer who acts as normal as can be

Maybe he’s just trying to fit in

Who knows

But it doesn’t matter. ...

Used to trust each other,

No doubt we have a good time.

One day those negatives occurred,

Selfish, fakement plus dishonest, and more.

Separated us from each other.

Replaced with suspicion,

distrust, feel strange to close friends…

We still believe in the power of love,

Hope one day can trust each other again....

I look out the door

And it’s there no more.

What could it be?

Someone’s here for me.

Its lurking in the trees

Or maybe it’s in the peas;

It knocks at night

Giving me much fright.

Could it be a bear?

Or just the air?

I sit and stare

Calm and in prayer.

I begin to prepare

If it dares,

And I dredge

With my hand on knife’s edge....