red.evangeline : Writing

Black Dog

Black Dog

A Poem by red.evangeline


this - wretchedthing this - ghost of a shadow of athing this - nameless thing that stalks me,has stalked me since the white blur of childhood optimism..
skin deep

skin deep

A Poem by red.evangeline


I sometimes wonder what it would be liketo have that thing called peace of mindto be someone whowasn't in a constant state of comingundoneit seems so ..
childhood

childhood

A Poem by red.evangeline


childhood is a field of blossoming flowers an old two-story house covered in splintered wood, and the way sunlight filters through a broken window ..
on meditation

on meditation

A Poem by red.evangeline


around me, only silence...inside me - waves that roil and crash and are never quiet
human

human

A Poem by red.evangeline


the World made them lesshuman bodies heaped upon one another shapeless, seethingclingingtoan almost imperceptiblelight
what is madness?

what is madness?

A Poem by red.evangeline


what is madness?a horizon that recedes forever,a brightly colored oblivion,a fever, hummingwithin