There’s a Breath in the Night
If I am alone, this is what complete darkness makes me feel
I’ve been trying to unravelled / unpalatable fact / unparalleled success
I feel the pain of the world / like a blade beneath my skin…
Another dark day, another dark poem. It was one of those weeks when every time I looked up all I saw was pain and suffering, and not just my own. It seemed as tho the whole world was in deep sorrow…
Scathes my lack of intention / Attacks my dullard fears / Presses me on / And pulls the reigns of attention / Back from unconscious years.
I / wrote this piece when I finished the Art..
Her dreams no more in color / Only black and white / She hates to lie down / In her bed at night / She slipped off the path / And somehow lost…
Grae Demaccus woke suddenly from a dream of beautiful fish eating his son’s eyes. He lay perfectly still, wrapped in thin sheets stingi…
First section of the first chapter of a book im trying to write. Just felt like, something.
i could suckle the sticky coconut milk from the corners of your mouth
Joni Mitchell has a lot to answer for…
What was he looking for? As he was hasty sometimes Revealing all his talent like a gale wind
Oh Yah.. I keep on keepin on exploring it all.. today is a good day for spring,,, DENIAL KINDA LOOKS LIKE THIS… /
I climbed thru the window / Cut myself on loveliness
A bit lighter side.. fun with a letter I received from a friend.. / and a picture of a beautiful house on stilts.. a home I shall have one day / Hexagon and silver inside and perhaps the man of my dreams too! / But for now.. Yous guys.. were wonderful to me today.. / Thanks for holding my hand … xoxo
I don’t want to live / but I’m so afraid of dying, too
i suffer from clinical depression. i have suffered for more years than i care to remember. its not curable. its a brain injury thing. sometimes there is no dark or light, there is just an endless, unceasing grey / there is no way out but time / there are no words that will chase it away / there is just this thing called living
The occasion is my birthday / And I felt the day before you could say a prescience
Absolutely True,, / from the moment I woke up to the time I went to bed, so much magic happened that I dare say waking up today seems strange / like I lived so much in one day… / Well I suppose I could do a repeat.. tee hee..
Deep in the night / after weeks of solitude / black turns to blue.
Not sure if I have made this piece too obvious or too obscure. I usually try to disguise the meaning a little. Let the reader make up their own mind. Love to hear your thoughts.
Red river burning / Bubbling / Boiling / Bursting through my veins
Copyright © Richard G. Witham 2009 all rights reserved. / Contact the artist
I can’t… breathe!! / The stares are suffocating me.
Sometimes its hard to stay above the influence and sometimes its even harder to look at one’s self before blaming others.
Entwined. Wrapped, I am / brilliantly orange; / red singed, pulsing love! / Watch it as it withers / under your tyranny. _Licking me col…
Written after years of suffering abuse of all kinds.
The certainty of fading light wore on like watched silence. / Unending curves, spirals and the dappled, uncertain light of / hope shown d…
Dark and overwhelming madness; and how it feels to feel so alone, so hopeless, that it’s like the whole world is sucking in on itself/you. Depression and madness is overwhelming, and finding a way out – a light out is one of the most difficult things immaginable.
I am asleep, / always just past the door of here / but awake / at any knock. I am naked, / a diagonal butterfly, / directions unknown. / ...
The theif of eyes, come to steal the missing piece from those who live between dreams.
Strip you down to the bone so I can see what’s inside / And find that black heart into which I can confide
A love poem of sorts. 30.08.07
Come with me… run with me / Kill with me, have… fun with me / Burn with me… and turn with me… / Into something they can never be
Vampyric sort of love poem. 24.08.07
Some say its dark at midnight / I know I’ve heard it tell / Have you been there? / All wrapped in night / And do you keep your eyes shut tigh…
this was written because of the dreadfull nights some children are forced to endure…dreadfull and kept secret untill finally they get courage to speak out…so many suffering well into adulthood before they are able to ‘tell’ at last…
I need the night / to remember who I am / I need the darkness / to remember what I’ve become / Because in the pitch black / I don’t see a thing
I wrote this one late night, contemplating by the lake.
They are right here among us / living like us, / living with us, / the black hearted soul killers. / You never can see / they move so swift…
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