Submissions by insidewantsout

I sit and watch her from afar,

as she floats across the party crowd—

the shell of a girl, renowned, a star.
 
She clasps the hands of those who are

lured by her golden aura—loud,
it glows, as I watch her from afar

 
and no one knows—bizzare—
her skin a translucent shroud—

just the shell of girl, but renowned, a star.
 
She is the sweet, potent smoke of a cigar,
as she floats around the party crowd.
I watch from afar—
 
She weaves them connected, the dots that...

Hush your mouth!
Momma is singing,
and I wanna hear
her voice ringing.

Echoing off the tile,
flowing out the crack of the door—
carried on the back of steam,
I’m covered by Momma’s roar.

Hush your mouth!
Momma is praying
and I wanna hear
every word she’s saying.

With my ear pressed against
the crack in this wall,
I can hear my Momma’s
desperate call.

I close my eyes,
and can see it all,
to her knees she’ll
hopelessly fall.

Out she cries
to her God, her...

In the center of the dark room
that is my mind
sits a box with four walls:
the glass, see-through kind.

And inside of that box,
wearing head-to-toe black,
stands Creative Ideation
in his painted-on mask.

He pounds and protests,
“I have committed no crimes,”
but outside looking in,
he is only a mime.

Across from him, in a chair
sits Old Man Doubt.
His hand holds the key,
but his arms are too stout.

Every day he reaches
for the lock on that door,
but every day, Old Man Doubt ...