The Midnight Hour #Poetry

It was the midnight hour,

when he left nothing but a flower,

because of the anxiety and terror he began to cower. 

In a closet deep within the tower,

Where the past and future is devoured, 

and the “stop” button on the clock is the only one with power-

He knew his time was up at the midnight hour.


Focus On Me

I would hope that you could give up on what you would like to see in me and focus on the real me. It is then you can watch me do me, even though I know that it won’t happen anytime soon. That’s fine for now… I’ll just continue on with my life until your eyes can adjust to what it is that I am doing because I can’t stop living because it’s not within your scope of vision. I wish I could hold your hand right now but you’re just going to have to come and grab it.