Paul White

Instrumental in dripping torturous echoes of my mindI feel the wax begin to melt beneath my feetAnd all in all the purest darkest vision I could findWas viewing there the world as so much meat An abattoir of friends and faces arching with desireTowards the very blackened heart they'd ever knowBut who am I to turn away those souls destined for fire?And who are they to think … [Read more...] about So Much Meat, By: Paul White

I hopeI can cling to the factThat all I have is real.I feelThat to forget thisWould point to my undoing.PursuingAll my hopes and dreamsGives me great comfort here,And hereI can be wholly sureOf all that gives me hope. Thus,Not in a critical wayCan I come to a conclusionFrom my mind meanderingI see through the illusionOf the clouds that promiseTo catch meFrom my ill fated … [Read more...] about I Hope I Never Fall, By: Paul White

That noise that bursts and fluttersIs still there, but no longer takes the leadThe fog, my cold companion,Still persists, but slow-silent in retreat The calm, my constant craving,Is in sight, no longer out of reachMy soul can sense the stillnessAs I pause to appreciate the peace … [Read more...] about All Clear, By: Paul White

I suppose I first knew about it whenYou and I (so inseparable)Became separate then.When the light of romance began to diminishAnd my mind wandered now and again. So, when I failed to remember a dateYou had stamped on your heart,Send a bouquet too late,You sent scores of subtle reminders for days;Empty bed and a mouth full of hate. I knew then that I should have … [Read more...] about John’s Revenge, By: Paul White

standing at the bridge of empty welcomeswatching shadows feast there and reclaim you,sensing that the worst was yet to come,i blew long deep trenches heavy in your way; rained scars and wounds - more than necessary -aching pain solely to undermine you.scrambling fumbling ever ever onwardsyou cried and laughed at what we had become. my heart so torn, in pieces … [Read more...] about Clarion, By: Paul White