Avalanche

There's an avalanche of words,

They're building;

Backing up inside my head.

Inside this

Hormone soup of flesh,

This body, brain,

Half mental fed.

Neurotic neurons

Semi sluggish

Turning all my dreams 

To rubbish.

Confidence is

Serotonin,

Can't you hear my

Heart beat moaning?

And what was it

That organ said?

Who cares.

It argues

With my sanity

And leaves

My thoughts

Half dead.

A Quiet Life

A lifetime of quiet resentments

Paved the way

To red mist driven,

Steely sharp

Slashing, slashing madness.

If only she had told someone.

If only she had let it out.

If only he had let her breathe,

Let her believe; believed in her

Just a tiny, tiny bit.

But his overbearing arrogance

Made him a wife full of tiny holes,

Filled full of ire, 

A raging soul 

Behind her perfect, placid smile.

She waits for them

To come and take her away, 

Quiet and red.

The woman that never fought back,

Never murmered, 

All in persuit of a quiet life.

Sometimes

Just sometimes,
I wish I were something other than I am.
I wish,
That just sometimes,
I were, a great big, hulking man.
I wish,
That just sometimes,
I could show the world my strength.
Instead of keeping quiet,
Like a good girl.

Like a good girl.

I wish
That just sometimes
I could.....