SHOUTING IN MY HEAD

SHOUTING IN MY HEAD

at the other people

The tintinnabulation of my just cause that's playing out in my head

does justice only for me so that I may reign alone in this my domain

of solitude.
No one hears me when I scream in silence.
Silent screams. Pitiful.
Pounding on my own head results in headaches only
and bleeding stomachs quinches no ones thirst to be
heard.

Young In Old Skin

YOUNG IN OLD SKIN

You pin back the folds hoping no one sees the creases left from

flapping flesh.You dare to live the age you feel even when it fails to slip

past an old thought. Young feet never got dirty because you were ever

the good girl, living life in daydreams only. Who would you have 

become if those dreams had been unleashed? So many molds uncasted.

~to be finished later~