A Haiku; No Writing

I feel very lostNo technology can ease the pain Writing, I cannot Keep your bite, S.C. Parris

War: A Poem

War In this fading pain, A pain encumbering with my action, I slip, Recollecting lost fragments of things not in time. A quote, A choice, A love, Lost. My head screams with my regret, But push forward I must. Fatigue drags me further down, The sand beneath my feet Loose, Rough, Cold. There is something…

Poem: Strip Down

I want to strip myself down. Nothing but the bare remains of my flesh, My muscle, My bone, Will exist. I’m not in my skin anyway. Keep your bite, -S.C. Parris

Poem: Your Eyes

I trace the lines of your needWith the haunt of my departure. I try and see the way your eyes reject my light, My hope. Dispel it, Vanquish, All hope. There is more to this than despair, More to this than angry looks. My scent calls for your removal— A hounding thrill of a pleasure…