Upon Waking

I had a dream; it took a year
To wake and make it disappear.
The haunting echoes faded fast;
My eyes beheld the sun at last.

-- c. noel

"Freedom"

there's a certain freedom in giving up
on life, love, dreams, happiness
and letting the rot of bitterness
spread like poison in your veins

I don't even want to be rescued anymore.

Autumnatic Assumption

I think the coming Fall will break me

(Is it hate or love I fear?)

It seems the seasons ever take me

Onward into yesteryear.

-- c. noel

Blackheart Blues

My broken heart begins to rot;
Just watch -- you'll see the blackness grow.
Is love the cure, or is it not?
I wonder if I'll ever know.

-- c. noel