Counting Anna's tears.

Counting Anna's teaRs.
++++++++++++++++++++

Counting Anna's tears..
each one is a triumph..
(Sad as they are)
symbols of strength
capable of owning up
to fears.
(but each she sheds leaves
Scars.)

Pretty like a sunlit day
is a weak comparison..
But to say more would..
Lessen it all somehow.

So I sit quietly by the
Fire as she prays.
(Hatred of life still
creased across my brow.)

Her laughter warms
what flames could never
touch,..

this inner cold I've felt
Within so long..

But regardless that I
Crave such heat so much,
I'm afraid my tears could
Never be so strong.

J.s.h.

For my friend : Annabelle Lyons.

the sin eater.

The Sin Eater.
+++++++++++++

In my 13th
Life
I was a Vagrant
Paid
to eat the
Sins
of The Dead;

My fee?

A
Rusted Devils
Knife!

(to
cut up
Molded
Holy
Bread.)
+

The Angels
all
surely Hate
Me..

(but
most realize
The
Necessity.)

They
sit amongst
Old
Tombs
Lamenting!

(the
Loss of
All
Humanity.)

+
This
Time Around
Im
more of A
Voyeur;

(and
may The
Dead
Eat Their Own
Damn
Dead!)

Though mindful
still
of Lifes Destroyer!

(that Angel
Whispering
In
My Head.)

J.S.H.

Behind the screen

Behind the screen.
¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥

Its not a dream,
(He said.)
Its not a dream!

Then awakens to
The nightmare in
His Head.

(and screams.)

Hello dear,

They call me
Thirteen.

Im the warden
(and a prison)
Here.

(In this place
Behind The
Screen.)

+

Tell me why
You
seem so Restless.

Why you pace
The
Floors and never
Sleep.

A
Victim
Thus
Because
Of
"This"!!!

("That" of
which we
Never
Speak.)

+

I too am
Lost
and Haunted,

Victimized
By
Endless Dark..

In this
Hateful
World
By
Monsters
taunted!

(A villain with
A
Heroes Heart.)

++++++

but..

Its not a dream
(I say.)
Its not a dream!

then
Awaken
To
The
Tragedy
Of
Yesterday!

(as death
Laughs
Behind The
Screen.)

J.S.H.

The Absurd beauty in a suicidal smile.

The Absurd
Beauty in A
Suicidal Smile
+++++++++++++

Oh love,...
do you
Hate Me?

Because
I see
Absurd Beauty
In
A Suicidal
Smile!

I've just
been ..
feeling
Odd
Lately.

( and havent
believed in
Goodness for
a while.)

I Saw You
Yesterday..

walkin
Down
By The
Crimson
Sea,

(where we
used
to Pray.)


it'll likely
become
Another
Nightmare
Memory!

(that no
amount of
Booze can
wash away.)

Oh
Love do
You

Hate
Me?

Because
I
Chose to
Stick
Around and

Tough shit
Out?

Hoping
there
is
Beauty Left
to
See!!

(Regardless
that
My Heart is
Full
Of Doubt.)

When
Nights
are
Long,

(and
Darkness
Falls)

I
Try my
Damndest
To
Be Strong,

but hear
Your
Laughter
Down the
Halls!,

and
KNOW..!!!

that
it probably
won't
be
Long...

(before I
Wear
Suicidal Smile.)

J.Stephen.H.

The power of A Wanted Kiss.

The power
Of A Wanted
Kiss.
+++++++++++++

As I write
This..

Muses are
standing
Over my
shoulder
Snickering..

because
They do not
Understand
The
Power of a
Wanted
Kiss.

(Or know
The
Burn 🔥
Of Loves
Candle
Flickering.)

You
Own me
Dear,

with a
Simple
smiling
Glance..

and life
is
Full of
Shadows
Here!

(staining the
Wall with
Footsteps as
They
Dance.)

+

Yet
I will
Finish this
On
A
Happy Note..

in
Spite the muses
Critical
Mockery ;

Rejoicing in
everything I
wrote!

(Regardless
if it's only read
By
me.)

J.S.H.

Untitled nonsense for sensible souls mind-raped senseless.

Untitled nonsense

For sensible souls

who are mind-raped

senseless.

+++++++++++++

Writing poetic

Fictions across the

Walls of my heart

in shiT...

and it

Smells like weeping

Roses doesn't it?

the kind that cry

for desperate causes

The world praises.

(then forgets.)

but

If

I bled for you

would you still

Love me in the

Morning?

I have the

Razor in my

Mouth old flame!!

and will spit

Without

a

Warning.

(thoughmy
anti-hero

shit
Gets lame.)

×

Writing living fictions

Across the walls
Of

My Better-Off-Dead;

It tries to breathe

still doesn't it?

(This ghost of
You

Within My Head.)

J.Stephen.H.

Writing away the sickness.

Writing away the sickness.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I'm trying to write
away the sickness love...

But
only growing sicker.

Sick of the silence
up above!

My Soul a candle .

(That doesn't flicker.)
+

The MoNsTeR -mE
is getting  Worse,

I hear his laughter
constantly
now;

and
he knows about my
Secret Curse!!

(This Fear to speak
Before A Crowd.)

+

I thought you may have
been The Cure ..

an answer to my fleeting
Prayers..

Who might teach me
ways I could endure!

(Life's Many Haunted
NiGhTmArEs.)

+

but,
We're only
getting SicKeR
LovE...

Writing
TheSe LiVing
Midnight Tragedies.

So
Return to
Your
KinGdoM uP
AboVe!

(Or be eaten by
The
DeviLs iN
mE.)

J.Stephen.H.