Excerpts from the book “Homeless Personality”
We spoke just barely above a whisper. My cheeks were a shade of red. Evil was near, bringing with it the visions trapped in his head. He was seen as a master through the eyes of his kind. But he was just evil in my mind. just like the rest of his kind. Fire and …
Memories I had forgotten and stains that never came clean A dirty mirror hung on the wall. Reflecting on another bad dream. Those memories followed me everywhere. From my first step upward, stair after stair. Past room after vacant room, seeking someplace familiar. Before invading the darkness of my dream.
Sing to me. I’m still a child. Sing to me. I’m unprepared The Lord is coming. This, I believe It has been declared Cleanse my mind. I’m full of sin. Please cleanse my mind. I’ve sinned again. I’ll close my eyes. Close my eyes. and wait for you.
Her shake is like a junkie trapped in the city streets. Begging for a fix from each person that she meets. She knows her days are over; her times of fun are gone. The needle was never important until the damage had begun. Her walk is like a zombie; she is lost on the graveyard …
The fog is heavy, and our stare is strong. We must choose between right and wrong. The glistening of sweat. The feel of your touch I must choose between hating or loving too much. If the sinners on earth burn in hell and we’re two of the doomed; I’ll never tell. The power of money …
Tie me up or tear me down. Poison me; I won’t make a sound. Whether on the road or beneath the sand, I’ll grant whatever you demand. Get clean for me. I’ll wait for you. Put the gun away; I’ll stay for you. But the truth is, I lie to you. When you turn your …
Down the road and across the sand. This hostel is your temple. Your wish is my command. I’m called an addict. Your love is my drug. A lot is often but not often enough. Crown me your queen, feather my skin. Forgive this sin when the truth sets in.
The child was his. The child was hers. The child was born in a place with no cures. The woman was hungry. The woman was cold. The woman was angry as she grew older. The man was weak. The man was dying. The man was unstable and tired of trying. The child grew older. He …
I felt like I had been left behind The train took off while I stood in line. I was crying, just lost in the faces. I was crying. Standing near the tracks, I choked on the thick exhaust. that lingered behind to keep me company. I walked the tracks alone that night. in my autumn …