He is WaitingShe wandered into the hallwayHe is Waiting by Flicher
trash in hand; nursing station empty
the quiet permanence sinking in
looking down the North hall
there was not a peep
looking down the West corridor
there was not a single living thing
simply sucking in a breath
she got back to searching
for a trash chute
but a small dark area
in the West corridor
there was no chute
making her way back
her gaze fell towards North again
she heard a loud popping and crack
the north hall was abandoned
only a single shadow moving
in her peripheral vision
her heart skipped
a sucking breath
her feet making way
for the East corridor
she could not wait
because whatever it was
it was following her
she looked back for reassurance
that she was not crazy
and something was following her
indeed it was walking from
behind the nursing station
following her from a distance
she could not understand it
there was only ever an uneasiness
that filled her up at this facility
her feet could not move faster
Sidewalk CracksDon't let the lights scare you my little oneSidewalk Cracks by Flicher
you are not alone on the cracked pavement
observing the well-off pass without a second thought
there are others who walk the same path
transients, the lonely, and wolves in sheep clothing
so watch where you are walking
and avoid falling through the cracks.
HangingThe wooden doorHanging by Flicher
in her chest
by what reality
they wished to exist
she was a witch
in their existence
but just another
human in hers.
Whom am I speaking to?My spectacular set of inadequaciesWhom am I speaking to? by Flicher
are highlighted by a bluntness
rarely seen in this part of the Midwest
as I gave up courtesy long ago
in favor of laughter and crassness
people have looked for my sanity
which has since evaporated
only to rain down again
in bursts of seriousness
tormenting me with the intangibility
often seen in movies
an unfortunate turn of events
has led me to forge
an unnatural emotional fragility
broken at a mere pin prick
however looked upon in favor
I may hide all my nightmares
in my non-existent back pocket
in retrospect we can all look back
on my life with a sense of reflection
noting all my inconsequential moments
of irrational behavior; deep bellows of sadness
irritating my feeble minded attempts
at being much more than average intelligence
in favor of ensuing laughter and a death wish
but proof of my existence proof in that
accepting ones self is advisable in the end.
Bleeding For YouYou loved me once.
When I was little.
You held me so tight.
You made me feel safe.
I knew nothing could hurt me as long as I was with you.
I knew I could never love anyone as I love you.
And I knew you loved me too.
But then I grew up.
The arms that once held me tight now push me away.
I'm not little anymore.
I once felt safe.
Now I'm afraid.
Everything hurts me now.
Your words rip through me like a knife.
Look at the blood.
Your love has transformed.
You don't see it.
But I do.
You tell me to be strong.
And when I am, you say I am not compassionate.
You tell me it's okay to cry.
Yet when I do, you tell me I'm weak.
You tell me to think.
Yet when I do, you tell me I'm stupid.
These words slice me.
My blood is draining.
But I must clean it up.
I must clean it or I'm nothing but a dirty pig.
Wallowing in my own filthy blood.
You tell me to compromise.
But you won't.
You feel you do not have to.
Everyone must confo
We Have No TimeAll we have
Is a sliver
Everything we will
Do in life
We all die before we know it
Its a fact of life
And I am already dying
A slow painful death
One year at a time
One month at a time
One week at a time
One day at a time
Then we flatline
On a metal sheet
Buried in the dirt
To think we were born yesterday
Only to die tomorrow